Series: Finding Home
Book: One of Three (Maybe)
Title: Lost
Summary: When Auror Harry Potter is sent to Azkaban for six months for something he didn't do, everything changes for little Liliana-Anne Luna Dora Potter and Ginny isn't all she appears to be.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Sirius and Remus would have been alive at the end of the series, but they weren't and I cried and I guess I don't own Harry Potter =[
A/N: Hey hey. Me again. *grins* Sorry its been awhile, but I've just moved interstate (i'm pretty sure thats the word) so everything has been hectic and my creative brain has been blocked by all the packing and moving and house searching and unpacking and so-on. For those who are waiting for the rewrite of The Change Starts, don't worry, I'll have that up soon =] Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story, I began writing it about a years ago and the first two and a half chapters have been sitting on my computer collecting dust *laughs* Enjoy *bows and sweeps arm out*
Finding Home Book One: Lost
Prologue
The red-head stared down at the statement in her hands with disbelief. What the hell possessed him to do that?!
Dear Mrs Potter,
We regret to inform you that your husband, Mr. Harry James Potter will be incarcerated within Azkaban until his trial, 6 months from today.
He was arrested under the use of the Avada Kedavra curse on one Lucius Abraxas Malfoy.
Your accounts will be frozen until such time that your husband is found innocent, or until he has done his time within Azkaban.
We are sorry for the inconvenience.
Department of Law…
She looked down at her swollen stomach and at the two little boys playing tag with each other in the front garden. How in hell was she supposed to support three children with no money?
"Come on Mrs Potter! Push! That's it, almost there!" the mediwitch coached.
With a final scream on pain, Ginny fell to the bed, her face covered in sweat and her hair a mess of tangles as she listened to the cry of her newborn baby. When the mediwitches finished cleaning the child, they wrapped it in a blanket and passed it to the half dazed mother.
"You have a beautiful baby girl!" the mediwitch cooed. "What will her name be?"
Ginny stared down at the whimpering purple bundle, almost breaking down when she blearily opened her eyes to show bright green pupils.
"Lily. Liliana-Anne Luna Dora Potter," Ginny whispered, tracing the child's cheek bone softly with her fingertip.
She had her father's eyes. Gods she was beautiful.
Her heart almost broke when she thought about what she was going to do. But it had to be done.
Two weeks since that letter came, and no matter how much she pleaded the Ministry to let her get at least some money out of one of the accounts to support her children, they wouldn't allow her to.
All their things were in storage at the Burrow, where she had had to go when they had repossessed their home. Gods, it broke her heart.
I'm sorry, Lily-Anne, she thought to the child as she suppressed the memories of each of the mediwitches and made them believe that little Lily was a still-born. She even created a golem to support the story. I'm so, so sorry.
The day after the 'death' of her daughter, Ginny managed to sneak away and placed little Lily on the door step of an old orphanage with a piece of paper within that said:
Her name is Lily-Anne Luna Dora. She was born on the 31st of October, 2008. Please take care of her and please find her a good home…
With that, Ginerva Molly Potter, turned and left, never looking back. She would forget that little girl with her bright green eyes if it took her a lifetime. For, to the rest of the world, she was dead.
Six months later found her sitting at the back of the courtroom, waiting for the verdict the jury came to for her husband. Just as they were about to pronounce to the court, that their saviour, the Boy-Who-Conquered, was guilty of the use of the Killing Curse, the doors slammed open and rumpled looking Draco Malfoy fell through the doors.
'He didn't do it!' he managed to shout. "I… I did it! I just used Potter's wand! My father had taken mine and was hurting my son! Please listen to me!"
The crowd was shocked, but when Ginny looked down at her husband, she saw that he was looking at Malfoy with a look of pride.
"If what you're saying is true, Mr Malfoy, why didn't you come forward with the facts sooner?" a large man at the front asked.
"I… I don't know… but I come forward now so that another innocent man won't be locked away…"
With that, Harry was declared innocent and Draco Lucius Malfoy was sentence to four years at Azkaban for the use of the Killing Curse in the means of self-defence.
Harry looked at his wife, and wondered what had happened to her in the last six months to make her seem so… cold. She was distant, but never stopped nurturing their sons.
A look of pain flashed across his face when he remembered what had happened to his little girl. Lily-Anne. After his mother. After his grandmother. His heart broke again at the thought of watching that little girl grow up and he couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right.
One year old Lily-Anne pushed herself up off the ground, using the lounge as crutch and walked shakily to the other end.
A smiling couple watched the green-eyed, red-haired girl with interest as she pushed herself off the lounge and took two steps away before falling on her nappy padded bum. Unlike other children, who would have started to cry she merely furrowed her brow and crawled back over to the lounge and tried again.
They turned to the person who was showing them the different children to say they would love to adopt that little girl, when a surprised cry made them turn to see one of the older girls pointing at the child, who was holding her arms above her head, accepting the soft, but old, plush toy that had flown to her from the other side of the room.
As quick as they could, the couple left the orphanage, wanting nothing more that to get away from the children who did freaky things.
His little girl would be five now.
He looked down at the white headstone that sat next to his parents, his godfather's and their friend and his wife's.
Liliana-Anne Luna Dora Potter
She will be loved
31.10.08 – 31.10.08
He placed a white lily on his little girl's grave, putting a similar one on his mother's grave and white roses on the other graves before he knelt down in front of his little girl's headstone and traced the letters of her name.
"Happy birthday, baby. I wish I could have seen you, princess. I wish I could have seen you grow up and watch your eyes light up in happiness. That I could have been a protective father that would chase away all his little girl's boyfriends… Mum, dad, Sirius, Remus and Tonks are there with you though… so; I guess they can look after you until it's my time, yeah? Your older brother, James, is a typical prankster. Then again, I suppose it is my fault as I let your uncle George baby-sit him and he sells pranks for a living… on the other hand, your other brother, Albus, is more level-headed, though he does play his occasional prank... though no one is really sure if they were his or not…" Harry chuckled. "I wouldn't be all that surprised if he became a Slytherin… Sorry, dad, Padfoot, but its true…"
Harry looked down at his watch and wiped the tears from his eyes before standing and digging around in his pockets before pulling out a small glass figurine of a ballet dancer to place on the ground in front of the headstone.
"Happy Birthday again, my little flower," Harry whispered, bending over to place a soft kiss on top of the white headstone. "See you next year."
On the other side of London, in an old, broken orphanage, a small girl with bright green eyes and dark red hair hummed 'Happy Birthday' to herself softly with her eyes closed. A tear trailed down her cheek and without thinking, she summoned her old teddy bear with a missing eye and ear to her and hugged it to her chest.
As she hummed, a picture of a tall man with eyes like her own, with black hair and wearing glasses with tears in his eyes came to mind.
She watched as he whispered, "Happy Birthday again, my little flower. See you next year…"
Little Lily-Anne got no sleep that night, her dreams consumed of the green eyed man crying in front of a fireplace and of the same man crying out in pain as a man that looked like a snake whispered, 'crucio,' over and over.
TBC...
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