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Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley, who lived in a big manor on a hill just outside the little village Ironbridge, called Kingsley Manor, were very happy. Mr. Kingsley was a very successful man. He had a degree in law and was the Ceo of his own company called Kingsley Industry. Mr. Kingsley was a very tall, lanky, man with a few wrinkles. His wife, Mrs. Kingsley was a former nurse who retired early to start a family with Mr. Kingsley. Mrs. Kingsley was a beautiful woman with long, black hair and the most peculiar of eyes, they were a rich brown that seemed to look into your soul. The Kingsleys had a small four-year-old son named Roland, who looked mostly like his father except he had his mother's peculiar eyes.
The Kingsleys had everything they wanted, money, glamour, power, and a high place in society. But they also had the biggest secret in the world, and they feared that somebody might find out about it. They didn't think they could ever live another day if anyone found out about Violet and her kind. Violet Kingsley was Mr. Kingsley's little sister by five years. She was a well-established and popular seamstress, who owned a large shop in London.
Mr. Kingsley and Violet haven't seen each other in quite some time. Whenever somebody would ask "How is Violet?" They would answer with "I don't know, I haven't talked to her in quite some time"
When Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley woke up on Monday, a nice Halloween morning, and that is where our story begins, there was nothing about the rather cloudy sky that suggested anything strange and mysterious things would soon be happening. Mr. Kingsley picked out a black blue, an orange silk tie for work and Mrs. Kingsley placed a bowl of cereal in front Roland. None of them noticed a large owl fly past the window. At half-past eight, Mr. Kingsley picked up his briefcase, gave Mrs. Kingsley kiss, and ruffled Roland's hair and said "Goodbye Little Prince," When he stepped outside, he walked towards his car, was helped in by his valet, and he said "Alright, Jefferson off to work" And the car drove towards the city.
As Mr. Kingsley and Jefferson sat in the usual morning traffic jam, they couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Jefferson muttered "What in the devil's name are these people doing? And why are they dressed in those strange clothes?" Mr. Kingsley took a closer look and cringed. He knew that type of fashion anywhere. Violet's lot wore those types of clothing. He wondered why they were dressed like that, in broad daylight! He'd have to contact Violet and see what's going on. As the traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Jefferson and Mr. Kingsley arrived in the parking lot of Kingsley Industry.
Mr. Kingsley's office was on the top floor. His desk faced away from the giant window that made up for one of the walls, so he didn't see the owls that were flying past. Mr. Kingsley was so far having a perfect morning, well for him at least. He was in a very good mood until lunch, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and take a little stroll around the nearby park. He had completely forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them in the park. This bunch had looks of shock, sadness, and confusion on their faces. He overheard a few words of what they were saying. "The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard yes, their daughter, Anneliese" Mr. Kingsley had met the Potters. They were very close friends to Violet. He looked at them and wondered what is going on? What happened to the Potters?
When Mr. Kingsley returned to his office, he found it a lot harder to focus on his work that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he nearly walked into a wall. He hurried to his car and told Jefferson set off for home as quickly as possible.
During dinner, Mrs. Kingsley talked about her and Roland's day. Suddenly Mrs. Kingsley mentioned Violet had stopped by earlier today. Mr. Kingsley froze. He knew something bad happened, so he asked "Really? What did she want?" Mrs. Kingsley answered "Well…."
Earlier that day, around noon. Mrs. Kingsley, Roland, and his nanny Gertrude were playing in the garden when their butler Wadsworth told them that Violet was here and she was waiting in the sitting room for them. Mrs. Kingsley said "We'll be right over" Wadsworth nodded and walked back inside. "Come, Roland, let's go see Aunt Violet" and they walked inside.
They entered the sitting room, there sat Violet on one of the sofas. She had long brown hair and bright purple eyes. She wore a purple cloak over a red dress. She looked tired. Her were red and puffy and her hair was completely undone.
"AUNT VIOLET!" screamed Roland as he raced towards his aunt. Violet scooped up her little nephew and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Will you stay this time?" asked Roland. "I wish I could, but I will next time," answered Violet as she set him down. "It's a promise right?" "It is a promise. And I will bring you lots of presents," she said, .
Mrs. Kingsley walked over to Violet, hugged her, and said "Violet, it's good to see you. It's been so long. Do you want some tea?" Violet answered, "It's good to see you too and tea would be lovely." "Wadsworth, could you bring in some tea please?" Wadsworth answered "Alright" then asked, "Would you like the Apple Cinnamon or Pumpkin Spice?" "The Pumpkin Spice would be perfect," answered Mrs. Kingsley and Wadworths walked out.
"Now, how are you doing Violet?" asked Mrs. Kingsley as they sat down. "Not so well, Miriam." "Why is that?." "It's just something happened. And I need to ask you a favor." "Well, what is it?" "You remember my friends, the Potters, right?" "Yes, I remember them" "Well last night, something happened…." "What happened?" Wadsworth walked in with a china tea set on a silver tray. He set the tray down on the coffee table, poured them tea, and he handed Roland a cookie.
When Wadsworth left the room, Mrs. Kingsley and Violet resumed their conversation. "Last night, my friends the Potters…." Mrs. Kingsley could tell this was difficult for Violet, so she took her hand and said: "It's alright, just tell me what happened." "We should have Roland leave the room" "Alright. Gertrude, could you take Roland to his room and get him ready for Trick-or-Treating,"
"Yes Madam," said Gertrude as she picked up Roland and carried him out the room. Once they left the room, Violet continued her story, "Well….last night, the Potters were murdered." "What! How?" "Umm, maybe we should have Roland leave the room?" "This is how it happened. Last night You-Know-Who broke into the Potter's house and killed them." "Wait, didn't the Potter's have a boy?" asked Mrs. Kingsley. "No, you're thinking about James and Lily Potter, the other Potters. I'm talking about Rose and William Potter. James and Lily have a son. Rose and William have a daughter." "How old is their daughter?" "She is one year old" "Oh, please continue" "Well, You-Know-Who killed Rose and William, but he couldn't kill their daughter Anneliese" "Wait, so you're telling me that this man, comes into your friend's' house and decides to kill them, but not their one-year-old daughter?" "No, he was targeting Anneliese, something stopped him." "Why would he target a one-year-old? "I don't know"
"Violet, I'm so sorry, but where is Anneliese?" asked Mrs. Kingsley "She is right here" answered Violet. She picked up a basket that was sitting right beside her. Violet took off the cover to reveal a small baby girl with thick black hair, fast asleep. She wrapped in a red blanket and had a silver locket wrapped around her small neck. "Can I hold her?" asked Mrs. Kingsley "Of course Miriam" answered Violet. Mrs. Kingsley picked up the small baby and rocked her back and force. Anneliese did not stir from her peaceful sleep at all. "The poor dear, who will take care of her?" asked Mrs. Kingsley "Well, I was hoping you and Samuel could." "You want Samuel and I to raise her?" asked the very surprised Mrs. Kingsley. "Yes, Anneliese would be safe here. You-Know-Who wouldn't dare think that someone like Anneliese would be raised people like you. Besides she is not safe with me or her godfather. If she is with one of us, You-Know-Who will easily find her." "I don't know Violet, you are asking a lot out of us" "Oh, please Miriam, I beg of you please! Take her, raise as if she is your own." Mrs. Kingsley looked down at the baby and sighed "Oh, alright. Only because this little one is an absolute dear." Violet knew there was more to why Miriam accepted to raise Anneliese, but she wouldn't ask.
Back with the Kingsleys, present day. "So, where is Anneliese?" asked Mr. Kingsley "She is sleeping in the sitting room, in Roland's old crib," answered Mrs. Kingsley. "Well we always wanted to adopt a little girl," said Mr. Kingsley after a short period of silence. For the rest of the evening, the Kingsleys talked about how they would raise Anneliese.
Later that night, around midnight, a man appeared. He was tall, thin, and by the look of his long, silver hair and beard, he was very old. He was wearing long robes, a black cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light and bright. He wore half-moon spectacles on his very long and crooked nose. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore then realized that he was not alone. He looked up next to him and saw a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses. She, too, was wearing a cloak, a black one as well. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. "A good evening to you, Professor McGonagall."
"Good evening Professor Dumbledore. What are you doing here?" she asked. "I've come to say my goodbyes. But I haven't been able to bring myself to even knock on the door." "I understand Dumbledore. But you are the girl's godfather," said Professor McGonagall. "I know, and they trusted me to protect her, but I couldn't protect them. What kind of Headmaster or Godfather am I if I can't protect two of my former students?" whispered Dumbledore sadly. "By protecting the very being they died for," said Professor McGonagall comfortingly.
"The girl will be famous you know," said Professor McGonagall after a moment of silence. "Yes, I know. That is why I'm planning on her being as ignorant as possible about our world," stated Dumbledore. "Is that truly wise?" questioned Professor McGonagall. "The lesser she knows, the safer she shall be. So I've written them a letter on how to protect,"
They sat in silence for a while, when suddenly Violet Kingsley appeared out of thin air. She rushed towards them and said "Professor Dumbledore! I have been looking everywhere for you! I have something to tell you! Professor McGonagall, I didn't you to be here," Professor McGonagall nodded. "What is it Violet?" asked Dumbledore.
"So, Sirius and I were visiting James and Lily in Godric's Hollow. When we reached their house, we found the door hanging off the hinges. We rushed inside to find…." Violet then paused and a few tears "You go home, Violet. I will write to Hagrid and have him deliver the boy to his Aunt and Uncle. I recommend you go home too, Minerva." said Dumbledore. Minerva nodded her head and turned into the tabby cat and disappeared into the night. Violet disappeared into the night as well. Dumbledore turned towards Kingsley Manor and whispered "Good luck Anneliese" and he too disappeared into the night.