Death Is Rising

by xojanniss

This Story is about a girl called harmonica who has a scar on her right arm, she is tall, beautiful and all the boys fall for her but something goes wrong. Her father had ran away with another before she was even born, so when her mother sadly dies when she is 8 years old she discovers a dark secret that lies upon the family and is driven away to some place else.

1. Love

Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so please go easy! My mate Frodo's Girl12 got me into Fanfiction. So I will recommend her too you, she is really good at writing stories so please check her out! DISCLAIMERS: I don't own any character or thing from Harry Potter except for my own ideas and creations. Thank you. Hope you enjoy!

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There was a loud scream coming from downstairs, the wailing had started again. A short middle aged women with long, soft, brunette hair, swiftly walked down the stairs and picked up a fluffy ball of blanket. In her arms she cradled a young girl, she named Harmonica. Even though the baby cried day in day out, her mother, Lilly, never hated her. "come on now babes, cheer up for me hun, need a nappy changing?" Lilly whispered gently into her ear. Her husband then walked over to her side and kissed her on the forehead. "don't worry sweetheart your doing great," he reassured. She then turned the little baby onto her stomach and patted her back before undoing the buttons to her night-clothes. She checked her diaper but was found empty. "Are you thirsty little munchkin? Do you want some Milk sweetheart?" the women picked up the squabbling girl and made room for her to suck under the old work-shirt of hers. There wasn't any luck, Harmonica didn't want anything to eat either.

Suddenly the door burst open. James, Harmonicas farther, grabbed his wand and ran to the door whilst Lilly ran upstairs holding her dear baby in her hands. The wailing got louder and soon loud footsteps came up the stairs. The woman clutched Harmonica to her chest kissing her soft silky hair, placed her carefully into her crib and blocked the door with a chair but it didn't last for long. The door flew around the room in tiny shred of wood. It was too late. The mysterious figure pointed a long thin wand at the women she tried to attack the person but failed and was killed in an instant he then moved it sideways so it pointed at the baby, he said the curse. Nothing happened.

The baby was left without a mother of farther she had nothing but a crown shaped scar on her arm. How did she survive? Why was she not dead? because of Love!