Harry Potter and the Star Child

Prologue

THE air was stiff with anticipation as the elderly man and woman awaited the arrival of the grisly man with the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. Son of Lily and James Potter, born July 31st, 1980. The ebony, midnight sky was blacker than ever, but the sympathetic moon cast a blue light over the dim Privet Drive. The man, with a silver beard and mane long enough to use as a blanket, was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. The woman, with pitch black hair and square spectacles on her eyes, was named Professor Minerva McGonagall. The man they awaited, Rubeus Hagrid, was to bring them Harry Potter, who had been attacked by Tom Riddle (or Lord Voldemort) only moments ago.

"Are you sure we should trust Hagrid with such a thing? He has been known to be a bit... Careless at times. Wouldn't you agree?" The nervous, but kind witch asked the patient wizard.

"Nonsense. I would trust Hagrid with my life, Minerva." Dumbledore reassured her. Almost as though it had been timed, Hagrid arrived on the obnoxiously loud, blue motorcycle. After exiting the noisy vehicle, he gingerly picked up not one, but two snugly wrapped bundles. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at him curiously.

"Dumbledore! I was juss 'bout ready ter leave, when I hear me thees cry. I look around meself, and then I see this here child," he says, nodding towards the second, purple bundle. "She be there, all lone, so I bring 'er along... I think she's Tom's daughter." Hagrid said, looking rather spooked. Dumbledore moved aside a corner of the blanket, revealing the child's face. Beautiful, she was. Her large eyes were the most stunning shade of violet, and her hair was the shade of moonlight. Her rosy lips were slightly parted as she rested in the Headmaster's arms. Hagrid seemed almost afraid of the child, but Dumbledore looked upon her with just as much love as he offered to every one of his students.

"Hagrid... Our family does not determine who we are. She will become a great witch, alongside our Harry Potter," he says, handing the purple bundle to Professor so can take the second, blue bundle into his arms. A gently restless face is uncovered, revealing brilliant green eyes, and pitch black hair. Dumbledore smiled down on the child, before placing him, along with a note, in front of the miserable house's door. Dumbledore seemed to think for a moment as he looked at the violet eyed baby girl in Minerva's arms.

"We certainly can't leave her with Harry... She will come with us. She shall be raised at Hogwarts. Although the rules don't exactly allow it, I'm sure we can make an exception to this poor orphan child." Dumbledore says, and Professor McGonagall began to protest before ultimately agreeing it was the best thing for both children.

"Well, what's her name?" Hagrid asks. Dumbledore thinks for a moment, before searching the baby girl's blanket for any clue as to what her name might be. And he not only finds a clue, but her actual name stitched in silver calligraphy.

"Her name is Lakoda Sioux."


Well, there's the prologue! Let me know what you thought. (: