A/N: Dear Reader,

This story is already done being written. I've posted this story before except on a different website. It went well there so hopefully you will enjoy it as well. Oh and I wrote this story before the seventh Harry Potter book was released so this story does not follow the Harry Potter series after the seventh one. Also, please take the time to review. They are always appreciated. Thank you.

Disclaimer: The characters belonging to Harry Potter are the property of J.K. Rowling. I only own Emily Karkaroff and the plot.

Today was the day, the day the Dark Lord would take vengeance on the Potters. He had spoken about it to me before I was sent to Azkaban. I never went back after I was released for giving the Ministry of Magic names of some of his followers. I knew that if I tried to go back I would have been killed for my treason.

I now sat behind my desk, in my office, in my school. My name is Igor Karkaroff, and I am the Headmaster of Durmstrang. It was about to be the beginning of a new year and I was getting some of my papers settled, getting a list of students that were enlisting this year.

As hard as I tried I couldn't stop thinking if the plan had gone smoothly. I hadn't kept any contacts with any other one of the Death Eaters, except Severus Snape, but that was because he also worked at a school called Hogwarts in England.

I was almost done for the night, when I heard a knock on my office door. I left my desk and opened the door to find a person with a long cloak and a hood over its head with, what looked like, a bundle of blankets in his arms. The man slowly and gently placed the bundle at my feet, quickly turned around and disappeared.

It took me awhile to process what had just happened. My eyes traveled down to the bundle and there was a white envelope with nothing written on it, not even a signature. As I reached down to grasp it, the bundle began to move. I jumped back slightly, afraid if it was something poisonous…like a snake, but when I glanced back down, there was no longer a blanket covering the mysterious object wrapped inside it, it was now bare with nothing but a small shirt and a diaper covering its small, defenseless body. It was a baby, with brilliant brown eyes. I picked up the letter and began to read it aloud:

'Good day to you, sir. I bet you have guessed what is inside this strange package. It is my baby girl, I have named her Emily. Please take care of her, for I cannot, it was too dangerous to keep her with me. I beg you, sir. Don't let any harm come to her. I will come back someday to collect her.

Sincerely,

A grateful friend'

I was speechless all I could do was pick up the baby and go in search of one of my employers. The first one I found was Professor Figans, to my knowledge he had four children. He looked at me puzzled when I came, practically running into his office panting, and the time really didn't help my circumstances. I began to explain to him what had happened just minutes before, and he began to check the condition of the child. I just watched from a far, but before long he turned around with a small grin on his face,

'Looks like you have a new baby girl…and also you need some more diapers.' was all he said.

'A baby girl!?' I thought, 'What was I going to do with a baby girl? After all I ran an all boys school.'

I talked to some Ministry people but no one seemed to be missing a child. It appeared that I was stuck with this 'bundle of joy'. I then spoke to the other Professors about it looking for some idea, opinion, anything that would help. I came up with nothing. Finally, when all hope had seemed to be lost, one of the Professors said that maybe it would be wise to let the child grow up within the school and attend the school. They also told me of a sitter for the baby. Having a sitter would enable me to go about each day and just take care of it at night. I didn't like the idea but I also didn't like the fact I had to take care of this child so it didn't seem I had much of a choice.

Professor Sharp another male teacher with two children recommended one. He had also needed a sitter when his wife also worked. He said the sitter was a brilliant man, that loved children, but he lived in England, which did not surprise me since Sharp had lived in England before he moved here to teach at my school. Sharp contacted him the next day asking if he could come to Bulgaria; the man, whose name was Thomas Holmes, arrived no less than two days later.

Thomas took care of the child very well, and I couldn't help but get a bit attached to the girl myself. Some of the boys from the school would come to the room to see her. She loved the company, since she really never had much, except for Thomas and me. When she was three she began to call me daddy, and she still did. Growing up Emily had a lot of influence from the company she had, particularly the boys. She didn't wear dresses, blouses, skirts; all the things a normal girl would wear she hated. She wore what the boys wore. I tried to get her out of the habit by buying her feminine clothing but as soon as she put it on she would throw it back at me. Soon, before I knew it, she was eleven years old and saying goodbye to her first and long time friend Thomas.

Emily began to make lots of friends, her all time friend was Viktor Krum, the champion of the school. She was talking, walking, and even back talking. She had great comebacks, and she stuck out like a soar thumb (even with the boyish clothing), and it wasn't even because she was the only girl, no she was another one of the guys, but she was the only one with the British accent. I loved her so much.

When she turned thirteen, beginning her third year, she began to grow up; she began to get suspicious that I wasn't her father. She got a lot closer to Viktor they were like brothers and treated each other as such. Emily's third year was winding down to an end, but it wasn't a pleasant end. It was a summer night, around 2 o'clock, when I heard her scream. I ran to her room, which was right next to mine, to find her trembling in her bed, sweating cold.

"Emily? EMILY?! Wake up! Dear, WAKE up!" Her eyes shot open, and she hugged me tightly trembling with fear. I contacted Dumbledore begging him to come and see her. He came about a week later. When Dumbledore arrived Emily described what she saw in her dream, although, hesitantly:

"I-I was in a room and there was a chair in front of a fire place…and…a man…a man in the arm chair. He began to talk to a snake, he talked funny, he was talking in…I think Parselmouth. Then he began saying that I finally arrived, and that my gift was waiting for me." Dumbledore and I didn't know what to make of this. As Dumbledore continued to talk to Emily more descriptions Dumbledore came to the conclusion that it was Voldemort in her dream and that he wanted her for some reason. We scheduled a night in which we would watch her sleep to see if it would happen again. We would do it next week on Friday, the day before the Quidditch World Cup.