Chapter I: Forgotten Child
Lord Voldermort entered the Potter's house on the night of all hallows eve. Of the four people that lived in that house, only one would emerge alive. One would be forgotten, and two would die as heroes.
"James! NO!" yelled Lily Potter, she clung to James Potter's arm fiercely, trying to pull him away so they could run. He shook her off.
"Please Lily. Go protect Harry." He spoke softly, tears sliding down his tanned cheeks. She kissed him fiercely and then ran to the children's room.
Harry Potter, soon to become the boy who lived, sat up staring at the door. He was frightened, strange noises and an unfamiliar voice was speaking and shouting from behind the door. He turned round to look at his twin sister, who was also staring at the door.
Ebony Potter, The Forgotten One, stared at her brother, and then turned to look at the door again. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew something was seriously wrong. Even as an infant Ebony had been smart, smart enough to know that she was unwanted. She knew that her parents had only wanted Harry. And she knew when to stay out of the way.
Lily Potter burst through the door, blinded by tears. She ran over to Harry and held him tight. He whimpered softly in his mothers arms. She looked over at Ebony, standing up in her cot; she was staring dejectedly at her mother. Lily's heart ached. She reached out to stroke Ebony's hair, realising that she did love her and didn't regret her birth. Ebony stared at her mother confused.
Ebony's mother smiled at Ebony. Suddenly the door burst open with a bang. It flew off its hinges and just missed hitting Ebony. A tall, cloaked figure stepped in. Lily screamed and Harry cried. Ebony just stood there, unmoving and staring at the figure with no emotion present on her small, pale face.
"Give me the child and I will let you live." Said the cloaked figure. Lily clung onto Harry. He squealed in pain when she hugged him too tight.
"Never, you will never kill him." She cried.
"So be it." He said in a bored tone. A jet of green light shot out of his wand. it hit Lily square in the chest. She cried out and fell to the ground. He son still in her arms. Her hand reached out to try and touch Ebony one last time but it flopped down onto the floor. She managed to utter one final word
"Sorry…." And with that she was no more. She went to join her husband in the land beyond, and kept watch on her children till the day they died.
"Avada Kedavra." Another jet of green light shot towards Harry. It hit him on the forehead but he didn't die. Instead a cocoon of pink and red formed around him and shot the spell back at Voldermort. It hit him in the chest, a blue light connected the fallen Voldermort, the cocooned Harry and the forgotten Ebony. White light pulsed through the connection to Harry. Black and green light pulsed through the connection to Ebony. And lord Voldermort was sucked dry. His remaining powers allowed him to apparate, but only his soul apparated. His body remained on the red carpet of the children's room. It burst into vibrant green flames and a shriek emitted from the remains.
The house burned to the ground. The only living tings that remained were the two twins. One to be a saviour of wizard kind and forgotten by all, the other to be crowned, knighted and celebrated as The Boy Who Lived.
A huge man on a flying motorbike touched down outside the remains of the Potter's house. He blew his nose into his table cloth sized handkerchief and stepped off the bike. He picked up a crying baby boy and wrapped him up in a blue blanket that resided in his overly large pocket. He was completely oblivious, due to his sobbing, that another child lay in the smouldering remains of what used to be a safe place. It cried out for someone to remember it. Cried for someone to notice it. But no one answered the cries.
Dawn broke over Godric's Hollow, the child lay there, throat dry and voce horse from its screams. It had given up. It knew no one cared. It knew no one remembered. It knew no one would come.
The sun was high in the sky, a shabby looking wizard walked up to the remains of the house. The child noticed him and cried out one last time. He heard the cry. He answered it. He ran over the ashes and burnt wood to where the child lay. He picked it up and cradled it in his arms. He looked around to make sure no muggles were in sight and disapparated.
Sirius Black stood on the other side of the street, facing the man he had hunted down. Peter Pettigrew. Known to his friends as wormtail. He, along with Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter, was one of the esteemed marauders. They had been the coolest gang in Hogwarts. Causing hell for the teachers and putting Slytherins in their place. But there had been a rat among them.
Pettigrew shivered, then without warning shot a spell at the ground. The pavement exploded, killing twelve muggles. He transformed into a rat and scurried off down the sewers. But not before he had cut off his finger and thrown it into the dust.
Sirius Black stood there amazed, he didn't know what to say. Then aurors appeared all around him. They grabbed him and dragged him off to be thrown in Azkaban prison without a trial.
Ebony sat in the cold, empty house. The house elf, Kreacher, had abandoned her. H had left the house to fetch someone. Yet again, helpless Ebony was alone in the dark, forgotten by all.
Rodolphus Lestrange sat in his favourite armchair, staring at his wife. Bellatrix Lestrange. She was playing with her wand absentmindedly. Suddenly the family house elf Kreacher appeared in front of them.
"Master Lestrange! You must come quickly! Master Sirius has been arrested and there is a young child left all alone in the house! It is the second Potter child!" exclaimed Kreacher, hopping from one foot to the other. Bellatrix's head shot upwards. As did Rodolphus'. She leapt up and grabbed Kreacher's ear. He squealed with pain but apparated Rodolphus and Bellatrix back to Grimmauld place.
Ebony heard a noise and sat up in her cot. She could hear voices and three pairs of footsteps. The door flew open and a young woman with untameable hair walked in, followed by a tall man with long brown hair and Kreacher. The woman picked Ebony up and looked at her. Studying the unique scar on the side of her neck. It was the mark of a demon. A fallen angel if you would. It was a criss-crossing claw mark with a small snake in the middle. It wasn't very large and could be easily hidden with a collar or turtle neck jumper. But it was there. It was almost like a tattoo, different colours. Mainly green and black.
"It's her, this is the lost Potter." Said Bellatrix. She turned round and apparated back to her mansion.
A year later Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange were arrested along with other death eaters. they had been searching for their master. Bellatrix had a small child in her possession, which was quickly gotten rid of when the ministry realised who and what it was. They didn't kill it. but left it in the streets. For the fourth time in the two years it had been alive. The child was forgotten and abandoned again.
Valkyrie ran through the streets of London in nothing but a torn black T-shirt and ripped jeans. She had no shoes, no house, and no name. All the street rats had been given new names, but they were just a way of identifying each other. They weren't real names, nicknames is a way of putting it. Valkyrie ran towards the docks, there was an abandoned tube tunnel down there that about twenty street rats called home. She ran down a slope and leaped over a bench. She hid in a hedge as the police ran past. They didn't notice Valkyrie and eventually left.
Valkyrie returned to the tunnel at midnight. She had managed to steal four loaves of bread, two tins of beans and three boxes of matches. She had also managed to steal a jacket ready for the winter and a belt to hold her jeans up. The bread was passed around, the beans poured into a saucepan and the matches were used to light the fires. She was the resident thief, the best of the lot. She had never been caught and always delivered. Without her, these kids would be dead. That gave her some comfort in the cold nights. Knowing that here she was doing good and wouldn't be forgotten.
Valkyrie woke up early, ready to do some more stealing. She put on her new jacket and walked out into the streets. A cold morning mist was hanging low in the air, Valkyrie changed her appearance so she had brown bushy hair and big brown eyes and set off to do a good days pilfering.
A big hairy man grabbed Valkyrie from behind. He hung her upside down by her feet and stared at her.
"Let me down you great oaf!" she yelled. No one looked round. She was a street rat. No one cared for street rats.
"Ssh missy. Yer not safe ere." He said, he wrapped her up inside his coat and climbed back onto his motorbike.
Ten minutes later Valkyrie plucked up the courage to look out from under the coat. They were flying over London. She could see the docks where she had grown up, the streets where she had pilfered and the alleys she had hidden in.
"Where are we going?!" she shouted. The big hairy guy looked down.
"We are going to see Professor Dumbledore. The grea'est man who ever lived. E's gonna keep yer safe til e can enrol yer in Hogwarts. Now pipe down, I need ter concentrate." He said in a booming voice.
"What's there to concentrate on! We're in the sky! What's gonna happen! We gonna hit traffic or something? Or are we gonna get stuck behind a tractor?" she yelled back, he chuckled.