I had this idea while watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban the other night. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Evening, 16 years after the war, Godric's Hallow

A ten year old girl was running barefoot down the street. She had a bag slung around her shoulder. She kept looking behind, as though worried she was being followed. She was wearing a tattered brown dress, and had long messy blond hair. She turned the corner and stopped to catch her breath.

She shivered suddenly. Even though it was July, she could see her breath. The window of the house she was standing by began to freeze over. Horror dawning on her, she slowly looked up, and screamed.

Dementors were swooping down on her, at least a dozen of them, if not more. She turned around and tried to run away, but they were coming from all directions. All she could do was scream.

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Inside the house the girl was by, three children were playing on the floor. The older two were boys, one about 10 and the other 8. The youngest was a girl, who was 6 years old. The oldest boy was making fun of the younger two.

"Stop that!" the girl yelled. "Mum! Dad!"

"Aw, come on Lily-"the boy began.

"What's going on?" Ginny Potter walked into the room, followed by Harry Potter.

"James isn't being nice." Lily pouted.

"It's true." The other boy, Albus, told James, who looked indignant.

"James," Harry sighed, "I've told you a hundred times, you've got to be nice to-"

"Harry." Ginny interrupted. She was staring at the window. "There's ice on the window." She walked closer and looked out. Then she screamed. "Harry! There are dementors out there! And there's a little girl…oh Harry, I think they're trying to give her the Dementors Kiss!"

Harry looked and nodded. "Contact the Aurors office. I'll be back." He ran outside.

The girl was surrounded by now. The girl was screaming her head off. "No, please, I haven't done anything, please!"

Harry raised his wand, but he could see it was no use, he was too late. One of the dementors swooped over the girl, and it…

Harry looked away. He couldn't watch. He raised his wand again. "Expecto Patronum."

The dementors left, and Harry ran forward to the girl. She lay limply on the ground, not dead, but not alive. Harry knew: her soul was gone.

"Harry!" Ginny ran out of the house. Moments later, there were two loud cracks and Ron and Hermione appeared and ran over to them.

"What happened?" Ron asked. "Is she-?"

"They kissed her. We're too late. She was an innocent girl, can't be older than James." Harry responded.

"We should bring her inside." Ginny said. "I sent the kids upstairs, they won't see her."

"Good idea." Harry picked her up and carried her inside, the others following. He brought her to the bedroom that he and Ginny shared, and laid her on the bed.

"Who is she?" Hermione asked. "Have you seen her around here before?"

Harry shook his head. "I've never seen her before in my life. "

Ginny took a closer look at her. "This bag she's carrying has a name on it." She said. "Stella Stillwater."

"There's a couple called Stillwater on the street around the corner," Harry said, "But I didn't think they had any children. I've never seen any."

"Still, we should talk to them." Ginny said, and the others nodded.

"What are we going to do with her?" Ron asked, looking at the girl.

"There's really no hope for her." Hermione said sadly. "Poor girl. If you ask me, we should just…put her out of her misery."

"You mean…end it?" Harry said. Hermione nodded.

"It's probably the best for her." Ginny said. "But we should wait, at least until tomorrow. We should try to find her family first, see what they think."

"I agree." Harry said. "I'm also going to talk the Kingsley, and maybe the minister, about the dementors. That was totally out of line, what they did. This girl was an innocent."

Ron nodded. "Hermione and I can come back tomorrow."

"Mum, Dad? What's going on?" they a whirled around and found James standing in the doorway. Ron and Hermione both stepped in front of the bed, trying to keep him from seeing the girl. Harry and Ginny both stepped forward to James. But none of them were quick enough.

"What's wrong with her?" James whispered, horrified. He turned to Harry. "The dementors, did they-?"

Harry sighed. There was no point in lying. "Yeah, they did."

"Oh my god." James said.

"James, you should go, keep your brother and sister away from here." Ginny said.

"Yeah…yeah, I'll do that." He was serious for once.

"We've got a spare guest room downstairs; we can keep her there for the night." Harry said.

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Midnight

Everyone was asleep. The girl who had been kissed was lying on the bed in the guestroom of the Potters. Unknown to everyone, her entire body began to glow. Her blond hair turned black, and she shifted in the bed. The glow disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.

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The next morning

Ron and Hermione came back. Ginny had gone to talk to the Stillwater family, and had discovered it was true: this girl, Stella, was their daughter, their only daughter. They would be coming later, to see her and decide her fate.

James, Albus, and Lily were eating breakfast in the kitchen. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went to check on Stella. Ron opened the door a looked inside. Suddenly he turned to the others. "People without souls…they can't walk around or mumble to themselves, right?"

"Yeah." Hermione said, giving him a weird look.

"Then there's something weird going on." He said, and opened the door and turned on the light.

"What's going on?" a voice said from inside. They all ran inside, and their jaws dropped.

Stella, who had been completely without a soul the night before, was standing up and looking at them. "What do you want with me? What happened?" she asked.

"Didn't she have blond hair last night?" Hermione said.

"Yeah, she did." Harry said. "But now it's black."

Ginny stepped forward. "Stella? Are you Stella Stillwater?"

She looked at Ginny. "I'm Stella."

"This isn't possible." Harry said. "She had the Dementors Kiss. Nobody has ever recovered from that."

"Yeah." Ron said. "She's like you, Harry. Nobody had ever survived the killing curse before."

"Maybe she's an imposter?" Hermione suggested, still staring at Stella.

"We can find out." Harry said. "Come with me, Stella."

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An hour later, they had done everything they knew to find out if she was an imposter. Everything came up with the same conclusion: It was Stella Stillwater.

And she did look the same, other than the hair color. She had the same blue eyes, she was the same height, everything. It was just unexplainable, how she had recovered. She remembered who she was, where she lived, her age, but she didn't remember what happened the night before. She said she could remember stopping by their house, but after that, nothing.

Right now she was sitting in the kitchen, eating something. Her parents would be there any minute.

Ginny walked in. "How do you feel?"

Stella looked at her. "Fine."

"That's good." They were quiet for a moment, and then Ginny said, "You're 10 years old, right?"

"Yes."

"My son James is the same age as you. Speaking of which," she added as James ran into the room.

"Mum, Dad's looking for you."

"Ok. James, this is Stella." Ginny said. "Stella, this is my son James."

"Hi." James said.

"Hello." Stella mumbled.

"I'll be right back." Ginny told Stella, and left the room. James came and sat next to Stella.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"I guess." Stella said. "It's just…I don't know. It's hard to explain. I was attacked by dementors, I lost my soul, and now I'm here. It's very…odd."

"I kinda see what you mean." James said. He sat quietly with her for a minute. Then he blurted out "I think you look prettier with black hair."

She burst out laughing. James laughed too. "I just mean it suits you better."

Just then Stella's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Stillwater, rushed in. "Stella!" Mrs. Stillwater cried. She threw her arms around Stella.

All of the happiness and laughter that Stella had shown a moment ago was gone from her face. "Hi mum."

"Don't you ever run off like that again." Mrs. Stillwater said, looking Stella in the eyes.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

Mr. Stillwater turned to Harry. "Thank you, Mr. Potter, for saving my daughter."

"I honestly didn't do much. I can't explain how she recovered."

"Nevertheless, thank you."

"Come on, Stella, we should go home." Mrs. Stillwater said.

Stella nodded and turned to James. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up."

"No problem. I do that kind of stuff all the time." James said, grinning at her. She smiled weakly back.

"Maybe I can come visit sometime?" she said, glancing at Harry and Ginny.

"You're welcome anytime, Stella." Ginny said. Harry nodded.

"Come on Stella." Mr. Stillwater called. Stella waved and followed her parents.

Once the Potter's was out of sight, Mrs. Still water turned to Stella. "What were you thinking, running off like that? Look what happened!"

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Save it." She slapped Stella across the face. Stella flinched.

"That's why I ran away. You're always doing that."

"Oh, you'll get worse than that, girl. Bring Harry Potter, no less, into this-"Mr. Stillwater began.

"Oh, yeah, dad, I was attacked in front of Harry Potter's house on purpose." Stella said sarcastically.

"Don't talk back to me."

"Can I ever go back to see them? They said I could."

"You can, because otherwise they might get suspicious. But I warn you, if any of them ever seem to suspect anything, if you tell them anything of what goes on in our house," he raised his hand, and Stella covered her face. "You'll be sorry."

"Yes, sir." Stella said, shaking.

"Now let's go home." Mrs. Stillwater grabbed Stella's wrist and pulled her along down the street.

How was that? If you guys think it's good, I'll continue. Please review!