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Chapter One

The Boy Who Lived

Aegon Scott was having the most peculiar day. Well, really there was nothing peculiar about it at all. He actuallythought it was a rather terrible day, but if any of us were to look at him at this moment, we would think something was off. You see, Aegon Scott wasn't a very normal person. He was actually a rather extraordinary person.

The robes he was wearing were of a dark blue color and in his hand he held a piece of wood. Yes, you guessed right. Aegon Scott was a Wizard. Like all wizards, there was nothing normal about him; from his appearance, his clothes and even his job, which he at the moment was regretting choosing awfully. Most people, even wizards and witches, would say that his job was terrible in general, but Aegon normally enjoyed it. He thought the silence of it was refreshing after growing up in a house with four siblings. They called him the clean-up guy, but he was really just an undertaker who happened to be working for the Ministry of Magic. His job required that he made magical accidents, or murders as they mostly were, look like normal, everyday casualties in the eyes of Muggles.

He'd been called out early this morning to a house in Cardiff, where the Dark Mark had appeared during the night. It was the first sighting of the mark, since the early days after You Know Who had disappeared, and everyone who was something was there to observe. Aegon was waiting in the front yard of the small house, watching with a frown as people rushed in and out. The Minister for Magic herself was there, wearing a very grim expression on her face. Well, thought Aegon, it had to be a political disaster when the Dark Mark appeared in the sky seven years after they'd declared England safe and sound again.

It didn't take long for the Ministry Officials to declare the death murders by the killer curse and Aegon soon found himself in the living room, where two corpses were sitting neatly beside each other on the couch. The man was very tall with light, brown hair falling into his blue eyes, which were wide open in terror. Aegon noted that his face was neatly clean shaved and that the mark from a stinging curse was visible on his left cheek. He'd have to fix that. The woman on his side was very small compared to her husband, and her long hair was very dark. They looked like two opposites sitting beside each other, but Aegon thought it was kind of sweet. Now, he needed to make this look like a domestic disturbance. It would raise least questions if it looked like they'd killed each other in a fight. Aegon levitated the corpses off the couch and positioned them on the floor. Firstly, he had to mess up the room. Muggles never killed each other in a neatly fashion. It always had to be messy.

He raised his wand and with a flick he sent the couch soaring into the air and nearly dropped it to the ground with a squeal. He managed to stop the couch crashing down and positioned it neatly back in place, as he dropped to his knees, lifting up the fabric hiding the view to under the couch.

Yes, it hadn't been a vision. The child was actually there. Clutching, what looked to be a stuffed rabbit, the small child was peering out at him with wide brown eyes that reminded him of the dead lady on the floor. Aegon stared back.

"Hello." He finally managed to utter. The child only blinked and frowned. "What are you doing under the couch?" He asked rather stupidly.

The child shrugged with a pout.

"Well, you can't stay there all day." Aegon tried to grab the child but only managed to get ahold of the rabbit as the child crawled further back towards the wall. Aegon watched in astonishment as the rabbit was wrenched free of his hands and flew into the arms of the child. "You're… You're one of us?"

The child just stared back. He had a look of determination on his face, decided Aegon, as if he wouldn't budge from there in a hundred years. With a sigh the undertaker realized he had to tell someone about this. It wasn't his job after all. He dealt with the dead, not the living.

As it turned out, Aegon didn't have to go very far, as he heard something behind him. With a jump he was on his feet and stared into the blue eyes of the dead man… no wait, that wasn't right.

"Prof…. Mr. Dumbledore, sir!" He nearly stuttered at the sight of his old headmaster.

"Hello Mr. Scott…" The old man glanced down at the bodies on the floor and Aegon realized that there were tears in his eyes.

"I…" He hesitated. "I found a boy under the couch…"

"A boy?" The warlock whispered. "They had a daughter."

Aegon frowned. "It could have been a girl…"

"She was just eight years old. I never even met her." The old man sighed and sat down on the couch, burying his face in his hands. "How could they find him? I hid them all away and they were still found…"

"Sir… did you know them?"

"Not really. It doesn't matter." The old man straightened up and rose from the couch. "They are dead now."

"Well, the girl is still alive…"

Dumbledore's head snapped to meet Aegon's hesitating glance. The old man took a deep breath and dropped to his knees, peering under the couch. With amazement, Aegon saw him stretch out his arm under the couch and draw out the child, holding her close to his chest. It was a girl, Aegon realized, though her short, brown hair and her boys clothes told another tale.

Dumbledore was stroking her hair softly as the child hugged him close with wide eyes. Not a single tear escaped them. He got to his feet and Aegon followed them into the front yard, where several people turned their heads at the sight of the girl and her rabbit. Millicent Bagnold, who was still there, trying to safe that, which was left of her position as Minister for Magic, rushed forward.

"Albus, who is…?"

Dumbledore shushed her. "Don't speak so loudly, you'll frighten her."

"I apologize." She said, even though her stern face said otherwise. "Who is this?"

"A survivor." Dumbledore replied. Aegon saw his face go through several expressions, before it settled on a frown. "I…. I'm taking her with me to Hogwarts."

"You're what?" Bagnold breathed.

"Mrs. Minister." His mouth was drawn into a hard line. "It was my son in there. Whoever attacked them knew that and I won't let my granddaughter be put in more danger than she already is."

His son? Aegon thought as he saw the Ministers mouth fall open, but Albus Dumbledore had no children.

"Your son…?" Bagnold finally managed to say.

Dumbledore's lip quivered as he lowered his gaze to the child who was watching them from behind her rabbit. Dumbledore was carrieing her on his hip. She had to weigh quite a lot with her eight years though small frame, but the old man didn't as much as break a sweat. He nodded.

"I'm sorry Albus…"

"Don't bother. I haven't seen him since he was sixteen and he didn't belong in our world. He didn't even know about magic."

"He was a…?"

"Yes, he was a squib. I didn't see any reason to hurt his feelings by telling him what could have been."

"And the child…?"

"Squib or not, she'll be safer with me."

"She's not a squib…" Aegon nearly choked on his own words as he realized that he'd spoken. His old headmaster grew quiet and opened his mouth as if he tried to say something. "She… I took the rabbit from her and it flew straight back into her hands."

Dumbledore looked at the child, and Aegon could have sworn he saw a tear trickle down to drip of his chin. The old man nodded and looked at Aegon in gratitude. "Thank you…"

Aegon never did find out why Albus Dumbledore had thanked him that day, but the memory would stay with him till the day he died, which just happened to be next week, but that was beside the point.

A/N:

Aegon is of course a reference to a Game of Thrones ;)

The idea kinda just popped into my head after I was sorted into Hufflepuff on Pottermore. I don't think the Puffs get enough credit and I wanted to make a story about a very incredible Puff. The first few chapters will basically introduce us to her as a character and her relationships with various persons at Hogwarts. Eventually we'll jump to her time at Hogwarts, where she'll follow the seven books. A lot of things are unclear, but she's a Hufflepuff and they might not be loud and boasting about their abilities, but they sure as hell got 'em.

The story is pretty much built around the death of her parents and the subsequent traumatization, which left her mute. It makes her a very silent character but also a very good observer, thus the perfect narrator. I'm still unsure if she'll ever get the courage to speak again, but we'll have to see.