AN: Hey there! This is a story in response to hopelesslydark's challenge for all authors. I have no imagination, but I love to write, so…. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I really don't own anything, because the characters are not mine, nor is the plot line, which belongs to hopelesslydark….. but the writing is mine said brightly
16 years ago:
"What are you doing?!" James Potter looked around the room, at his wife and son, then turned his gaze back to the man before him. "It was for her own good! You would have turned her life into a living hell, and you know it-"
"SILENCE! Do not pretend to know how my daughter would have lived in my care! As my flesh and blood, she is instantly raised into the highest elite of the wizarding world! She would have wanted for nothing, and yet you chose to put her in the hands of those I despise?! They cannot properly care for my daughter the way that I could have. And my wife? She was merely protecting her own child. She did not deserve to die, especially when you were at fault. Did you really think you could escape my wrath? You invade my home and destroy my family?! I think not." Raising his wand, he screamed the killing curse, and watched as James Potter's body fell lifeless to the floor.
Lily Potter screamed, clutching her baby to her chest, and dashed into the hallway, frantically trying to escape the approaching intruder. But the man followed closely, gliding swiftly, fury evident in his eyes. Trapping the two in a child's bedroom, the man looked down at them, huddled in a corner. "You destroyed everything that I held dear in this world. It's only fitting that I destroy yours." He shrieked, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" There was a cry, a brilliant flash of green light, then the scene faded into darkness.
Two years ago:
Harry felt a jerk around his navel, and felt himself being pulled into the present. Dumbledore stood next to him calmly, watching for Harry's reaction to the Pensieve. But the scar-headed boy just stared at the ground in utter disbelief of his own memory, which he had just relived.
After a few moments, he raised his eyes to meet the headmaster's blue ones. "Does that mean. I mean, how does no one know about this? Why can't I remember? Does she know? How long have you known-"
Dumbledore raised his hands to stem the flow of questions. "Harry, Harry. Slow down. You were so young, that it required strong magic on my part to release this memory from your mind. This part of your history, and wizarding history, has been withheld from the world for 14 years. If it had been revealed, she would have been subject to so much hate, discrimination, anger. And what child deserves that? Of course she does not know. As of this moment, you and I are the only living souls who know this secret. And so it must remain. Think of what would happen if Hermione Granger knew that she was really Hermione Riddle?"
AN: so, what do you think? Write me or write hopelesslydark for ideas! Thanks for any reviews….
