Several Years Ago.

The door closed as a friendly voice rang out, "Good Day, Governor. Should I expect you tomorrow?" "I don't know, I might call in sick, you know what I mean," with that he winked to the man by the door. "I see, Good Day, tell the misses and the little one hello for me will you?" the man asked. "I will. Good day, Mr. Longbottom," With that the man left the shop and began to walk the streets. Friendly greetings of, "Hello, Governor," and "Good Day, Isn't it, Governor?" But he had more on his mind as he turned down a dark alley. He brought his trench coat closer around him and tightened his grip on his brief case. He came to a beautiful house, a large garden now dieing from the October frost, a few trees lining the medium sized yard. He walked down the stone pathway leading toward the door. He reached the door and began to ring the doorbell. He quickly checked his back, to make sure no one was watching him. A man answered the door, a baby in his arms. "Mr. Governor? What are you doing here?" the man asked. "I'm on a special mission, Potter," the man said looking James in the eye. "Yes, I see. Please, come in, I was about to put Harry to bed," "That's your son?" the Governor asked walking in. "Yes," The Governor chuckled, "He has your looks and his mother's eyes." With that he tickled the boy's face with his gloved hand. The small baby giggled happily. "Please, take a seat," James said sitting in a recliner. "Thank you," with that he took his seat, still holding onto the brief case. He soon began to shed his outer layers of clothing, first his hat opening up his reddish-brown hair. Next off came his gloves showing finely tanned skin. He then took off his trench coat, under was a suit, a typical tie and dress shirt. "Now, tell me, why have you come?" James asked eagerly. "I am here on personal business, I wouldn't want the famous Lily and James Potter to get blown up." "Blown up?" "Yes, I have heard from my 'sources' that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will surly strike within the next few days," "And just who are your sources, Governor?" "Some old friends," "I see, what's in the brief case?" "Things," "I see." Was James' only reply to that. He began to feel a bit uncomfortable. The door came open, "Honey, I'm home!" A female voice called from the hallway. "In the living room, dear," James called. "Oh, I didn't know we had company. Hello Mr. Governor," with that she smiled sweetly at him. "Hello, Mrs. Potter," The Governor said tipping his head. "How's Harry?" "He's a little tired," "I'll take him to bed," "Alright," Lily took Harry from James and took him upstairs talking to him in baby talk. "Tell me more of this that you have heard, Governor," James said, sounding interested. "Well, for you see, I have also heard that there are to be other 'annihilations'" "Like whom?" asked James getting more serious. Lily came down the stairs. "Yes, like who?" she asked. The Governor swallowed hard, "It's not time to tell. I fear that I have already told you too much, incase something happens to me I want you to take this." With that he handed James an envelope. "Don't open it unless I am really dead," "Why? What's in it?" James said. Lily took a seat in a chair next to James' recliner that he always sits in. "It's not important now, just-" There was a shadow outside the window. "Damn," "What?" "I have to go, don't tell anyone about our meeting and don't open the letter unless I'm gone!" He put back on all of his travel gear, coat, hat, etc. James walked him to the door. "Good bye, Governor," he said. But the Governor just stood there for a moment, still gripping the brief case in his hands, "Take it." "What?" "Take my brief case, along with the letter. You can at least open this up, but only this!" "I see," "Good Day, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter," With that he went back into the wind. James stood at the open door looking out. Something was going to happen; James knew it.

The Governor pressed down on his hat to keep it from blowing off. He hastily turned down his driveway and walked through the door into his house. His wife ran into the room, "I was wondering when you would get home," she said and placed her hand on her hips. "Hey, hun," he said and kissed her. "Where's the squirt?" "She's asleep," "Already?" "She's only a baby, you're one to talk. You sleep 24/7. I think she got that from you!" "And I dare say what she got from you!" "Ha, ha, very funny," they kissed again. Again the governor felt that feeling that he is being watched. He looked away from his wife and walked into the living room. "Is something wrong?" she asked following him. The Governor sighed. "I have a secret, promise you won't get mad?" His wife laughed, "You act like we're still in school! You can tell me anything," The Governor heaved another sigh. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a skull with a snake from the mouth, encircling it and stopping a few inches above. It was the Dark Mark. "The Dark Mark? That means you're-" "I wanted to tell you earlier, I should never have shown you," The Governor buried his head in his hand, cursing at himself. His wife was still a little stunned but she sat next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I understand." "No you don't. He's watching me! Right now he has his lackeys spying on us, he was watching me as I went to the Potter's. He knows I want nothing to do with him now," "You don't think he'll try to kill you will he?" "I'm sure he will, listen, I want you to take the Squirt and go!" he ordered. "But what about you?" "It doesn't mater what happens to me! I gave James the documents, with those we could shut down the Dark Lords evil operation!" His wife began to cry, "I don't want you to go!" "It's alright, I'll meet up with you again, someday," They kissed again; they like to kiss.

She began to gather all of the baby's supplies, as there was a gentle tap on the nursery window. She looked up at it and stopped packing the baby's things. She opened the window, "Hello?" she called. No one replied. "Good," she told herself. Just as she turned to go back to the baby a thunk was heard inside that very room. She swiftly turned around, wand out.

The Governor grabbed some other things his wife may need, such as a toothbrush and stuff for the baby. He grabbed a bottle of perfume as an ear-piercing scream filled the air. The bottle dropped to the ground as he took off toward the stairs. "Triny?" He asked running up the stairs. His mind began to race with ideas of what she might have screamed about. The most comforting one was the thought of she saw a fly. For poor Triny hates bugs. But other thoughts came to mind. He busted the door down; his worse fear had come to life. There stood Lord Voldemort, his wife dead on the floor and his only child in the Dark Lords arms. "I was honestly going to take her for a trolley ride," with that Voldemort smiled an evil and cunning smile. Still in his arms was the baby; she was wrapped in a purple blanket. "Voldemort, put my child down!" he ordered. "Why? My dear Governor, I think we must consider the hostage situation here! I killed your wife and have your child! And you want me to just give her back!?" "Yes," Voldemort and a Death Eater began to laugh hysterically. "That is rich!" Voldemort laughed. "Stop mocking me!" the Governor demanded, clenching his wand in his hand as he had done with his brief case. "Stop? Why that would ruin my fun, wouldn't it, Lucuis?" "Yes, my Lord, it would!" replied the Death Eater. "Damn you, Malfoy!" The Governor cursed at Lucuis. "Tisk, Tisk, you shouldn't talk that way to the new governor of Hogsmade!" Lucuis boasted. "Who says I'm going down? I know some rather good hexes right now!" "So did you precious Triny! Look at her now!" with that he rolled Triny over on her back with his foot. Her face was black and expressionless. Her rich blue eyes had faded to a dull gray. "TRINY!" He cried. "You're dead, Voldemort!" "Try me!" "CURCIO!" "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The Governor collapsed to the ground next to his wife. "Losers," Voldemort sneered at the bodies on the ground. "Now, what is it with you?" he asked holding up the baby. She watched him, wide eyed. Voldemort focused on her face, a normal face. He drew his flat face closer to her normal one, "Why do I feel so weak around this child?" "Weak around a child?" Lucuis asked; he was shocked. "Yes, there's something about this child, she is unlike the others I have killed." he looked closer at the little girl. She unexpectedly reached out and hit Voldemort's flat nose. He was alarmed. "Little Brat! What the-" he asked. Looking at the baby more closely. "She has the mark." "The what?" "THE MARK IDIOT! THE MARK!" He thrusted the bangs from the baby's forehead, "Look," "Put the child down, Voldemort." another voice demanded. "Albus Dumbledore. What a surprise." Voldemort said looking from the baby. "Give me the child and no one gets hurt," "Hurt? You hurt me? I think that brain of yours is getting too big for your head, Dumbledore," Voldemort sneered. "We shall see," "AVADA." "EXPELLIMARUS!" The child flew from Voldemort's arms into Dumbledore's. Dumbledore smiled a smile of satisfaction. "Curse you Dumbledore, next time you won't be so lucky!" With that Voldemort and Lucuis fled from the room. Dumbledore looked down at the two bodies on the ground, "I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't make it in time to save them," The baby lifted her sleepy eyes toward Dumbledore and laid her head on his chest, quickly falling asleep. "It's alright, little one, I know where to put you," Dumbledore whispered to the sleeping child. "The wizarding world must not know of you, it is safer to be in the muggle world, there you shall wait until you are old enough. Just wait." But a flash of green light shot from behind, Dumbledore had just turned around when.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed a 15 year-old girl as she fell from her bed onto the floor. Her eyes opened back up as she rubbed her elbow that hurt very badly. On her chest lay a book, 'Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix' No wonder why this girl had a Harry Potter dream, she was a die- hard fan of Harry Potter. She eyed the time, "2:46?!" she demanded aloud. She took more notice to the book, "I must have fallen asleep while reading. She hugged the book tighter as the dream slowly replayed in her mind. She set the book down and walked over to a mirror on her desk, she slowly examined herself. Her name is Lene Philips; she has bright green eyes and black hair. Her skin is fair toned, not too white and not too tan. She caught sight of her bed; sleep was the only good thing right now. She slowly stumbled onto her bed, to tired to pull the covers over her so she just laid on top of the bed again. An hour or two must have past for the moon was not as bright as it was at 2 o'clock. But the darkness was not the thing that woke her.it was two voices. "Are you sure it's her?" a hoarse voice asked. "Listen, Remus, I know you don't like this any more than I do but they are the chosen ones, Albus even said so!" a second voice chimed in. Albus? Albus Dumbledore? Wait, that sounds like Remus Lupin and Sirius Black! I must be asleep again! "Do you want to wake her up?" the first voice asked, it must have been Lupin. "Nah, you can do that." "But Sirius, I'm not good with kids!" Kid! I'm 15! "I'll get the other one Albus told us about. Right now she's all yours. I hear the other one is nice," "And what did you hear about this one?" "Oh, just some stuff. Later, Remus!" Sirius took off. "Sirius, you git! Get back here!" Chosen one? There are two? This is one freaky dream! Footsteps came closer to Lene's bed as she pretended to be asleep. The man sighed and sat down on the corner her bed. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a wrinkly piece of parchment. "Must be Lene," he said quietly to himself. "Oi, Lene! Get up!" Remus cried shaking her awake. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "'Morning! Sleep well?" Lene just lay there, gawking at him, her mouth open. Remus felt uneasy, "Is there something on my face?" He quickly ran his hands over his face to see if there was anything on it, nothing. "It's my hair isn't it? I know, I was going to dye it last night but-" "Your Remus Lupin," Lene said still staring at him. "Yes, I am. And you know this, how?" "You're in the books!" "Books?" "Never mind," she said stuffing the book under her pillow. "Now what were going to say to me?" "Oh yes. I have been sent here to find the 'chosen ones'" he said making little quote marks with his fingers. "I see. And how do I correspond with all of this?" Lene asked. "You must come with me, you are one of the chosen ones!" "Snazzy!" Lene exclaimed. "When are we leaving?" "We leave for the magical world in the morning," "By the way, who is the other chosen one?" "Raylifa Birch," "You mean Relina?" Remus checked over his parchment, "Yeah, so," "That's my friend," "Good, I just pray that Sirius hasn't scared the daylights out of your friend Raylina," "Relina!" "What ever!"

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