I do not own Harry Potter or any of those characters. They are JK Rowling's creations, not mine.
Dumbledore Was Wrong
Chapter 1
The Boy
The girl glanced at the street for about the third time in the past minute. No sign of him. She sighed impatiently and flipped her black hair behind her shoulders.
"How much longer do we have to wait Lani?" The girl's companion asked her with a loud wine. The companion was short stout and had round glasses that sat firmly on her plump nose. Her stringy brown hair was pulled pack into pony tail and she shifted from irritation. Lani was very much the opposite of her companion. She was tall and thin, with very dark and glaring eyes that reached deep inside of people's souls, grabbing away at their fears. She now fixed those very eyes on her companion.
"We will stay here until he comes."
"But what if he doesn't? What if we missed him all ready? What if…"
"What if you stop talking and I don't smack that miserable mouth of yours?" Lani interrupted bitterly. The girl instantly became quiet and shrunk back. Lani shook her head at the girl's pitiful wining. Why she allowed the girl to tag along was unknown to Lani. She should really get someone else, someone who was worthy to be in her presence. Lani sighed, knowing she could never do this. After all, she had promised she would look after the girl in exchange for a favor from the girl's mother. Lani had many a times regretted this bargain. She looked at the street, but did not see the boy. If he didn't show up soon Lani knew she would get very upset. But instead of anger, Lani felt fear. What if her pathetic friend was right? What if the boy didn't come? Lani shuddered just to think of it. She had been plotting this for what seemed like ages. Her father was counting on her, even if he didn't know it. Her father, like everyone else, did not know of her existence. If Lani's father were well, she would go to him and introduce herself, but because of the wretched boy for whom she waited, her father was gone. Lani's mother was crumbling wreck. Silvia Tonkett had fallen in love with Lani's father, but he used her. He got information from her, and when he no longer needed her, he tried to kill her. But Silvia's brother had not trusted the man his sister was involved with from the beginning and had been looking out for her. He sacrificed himself so that his sister could escape. Silvia did so, but was utterly crushed by the fact that the man who she loved did not love her. When she bore his daughter, she told the story and of this man's future in hopes that it would make Lani hate him with a deep loathing contempt. But these stories had the opposite effect. They made Lani admire her father, and think her mother foolish and pathetic. She followed all of her father's deeds by reading of them. Now that she was 15, she would get revenge on the boy who destroyed her father. Harry Potter.
Lani had a plan for making Potter pay and it really had taken her a very long time to devise it. There was at least one thing Lani knew for sure that her and her father didn't have in common and it was patience. The Great Dark Lord could plot a scheme and not put it into effect for several years. He could sit and wait for the right moment to strike his prey, all the while sitting calmly and waiting. Lani was not like this at all. She had somewhere between little to no patience. Lani would love to have walked into Potter's house, go to his room perhaps give him a little Crucious then kill him. Bing. Bang. Boom. It's done. But that wouldn't be what her father would have wanted, she was sure of it. He would want her to make him suffer before his death. Lani may not have been patient, but she sure wasn't going to let her father down because of it. So she concocted a plan that she was certain would have met her father's approval.
"Lani, look, there he is." The companion nearly shrieked in Lani's ear interrupting her thoughts.
"Be quiet Moron." Lani hissed. She looked and sure enough a skinny young boy was coming down the street with a boy with flaming red hair on his right and a girl with very bushy hair on his left. His scar seemed to glint in the sunlight, as if taunting Lani. Her eyes shone with a joy she had not felt in a very long time. "All right Moron, time to put my plan into effect."
"Why do you always have to do that?" the girl wined.
"Do what?" Lani asked her annoyance very clear.
"Call me 'moron'. My name is Morgan, Morgan. Not 'moron', Morgan." Lani glared hatefully at the stupid girl.
"Since I am looking after you, I shall call you whatever I please. Now Moron, if you don't mind, I have a plan to take care of." Lani flipped her dark hair behind her shoulders and stepped out from behind the wall and ran right into Harry Potter. The things she was carrying dropped from her hands and on to the ground.
"Oh, my, I am so sorry…"Lani began as bent down to pick them up. Harry Potter too bent down and began collecting Lani's books for her, Lani could have laughed right there. This was going to be so much fun.