The Girl Who Went Missing

by TheUnwrittenGirl

FULL SUMMARY:

Everyone knew Harry Potter and his story. But there was a secret that was kept from Harry and the world. But soon, the secret will be revealed. Here comes The Girl Who Went Missing. She was kept from her brother and was kept away from the secret. A secret about her true identity. Few knew about her, but she did not know herself. None knew of her power, but soon she will. Join in on her adventure will with mystery, love, adventure, humor, and friendship.

NOTE:

1. This is NOT A NEW STORY, but a NEW REVISION! I use to have this story on here and I got up to about 17 chapters on this fanfic, which I had put off for a VERY LONG TIME. I had about 52 Reviews, but I had to delete this story to start over again. Now, I am now revising EVERYTHING! Well, most of it.

Chapter 1: The Prologue

Solaine

"Run Solaine! Hide!" My mother whispered to me with worry. She was shaking. "Hide under the crib! Don't say anything. Don't make a noise. You can't be seen. And don't come out until anyone who isn't me is gone. No matter what happens don't come out. I love you." My mother cried out to me as she engulfed me into an embrace. I nodded in understanding to my mother, and hid under my baby brother's bed. I was about 3 years old, but I was smart for my age. I was able to read, I could talk (non-stop at times), and I understood what people said. However, I was still young and I didn't know a whole lot of words.

As I rushed under the bed, I was confused to why Mommy wanted me to hide. Her voice was stern, and filled with worry. She looked scared. Frightened. Sadness. Tears were cascading down her cheeks. What was wrong?

Nevertheless, I did what I was told.

Covering the bottom of Harry's crib, was a bed skirt. It was a pretty good place to hide whenever I didn't want to be found. I was lying flat on my stomach under the crib for a few moments waiting patiently.

As I waited, I heard my mommy speak. She spoke words to what seemed like another language. As she spoke the entire crib above me, and the bed skirt as well, glowed.

Must be magic.

Mommy, Daddy and Uncle Sirius use to tell me all about magic. Bits and pieces, and stories as well. At one point of my life, they told me they were magical. Mum was a witch. Dad was a wizard. Uncle Sirius however...Er, well- I wasn't quite sure. He knew how to work a wand...Yet somehow, he had the ability to turn into a doggie.

Out of the blue, the door to Harry's bedroom bursted open with a blast. Somehow, I felt uncomfortable. The whole room seemed to have lost it's warmness, it's life.

Someone spoke after. The voice that spoke was unfamiliar to me. Unknown. Anonymous.

"Step away from the boy." A raspy voice spoke out. I didn't recognize the voice. However, I could tell it belonged to a man. But it couldn't be my father. It couldn't be.

"No!" My mum pleaded out to the stranger. "Not Harry! Please, no! Don't kill him! Take me! Take me instead!" My eyes widened at my mother's word.

Take her? Take her where! Mummy was leaving me!

I wanted to protest to my mother's choice, but I held it back when I remembered my mother's words earlier.

Out of curiosity, I lifted up the bed skirt just a little bit. Just enough for me to see what was happening. Standing in front of my mom was a man wearing a big black cloak. He had his hood up, so I couldn't recognize the person.

All I knew was that he was holding up a long, white stick in his hands. And he was pointing it right to my mother, and my brother.

"Not Harry! Please…Have mercy…Not Harry…Please - I'll do anything…" My mother cried out to the man loudly. Her voice was fill with worry and fright. Not to mention sadness.

I didn't know what the man wanted with Harry. He was just a baby. Nothing special.

"Avada Kedavra!" The man shouted as he waved the stick hastily. As he did so, a burst of green light bursted right out of the stick, hitting my mother square right straight into her chest. And with that, she fell to the ground.

And she fell to the ground, looking lifeless.

Somehow, I knew she was in a deep sleep. To which she wasn't able to wake anymore.

She was gone. Gone forever.

In a way, I was in awe by the magic the man produced, yet I hated it. That magic caused my mother to be gone.

Resisting the urge to run out of my hiding spot and to my mother, I watched as the stranger glided swiftly closer over to my brother. Once again, he raised his magical stick and pointed it to Harry. I braced myself for the worst to come, for Harry to drop lifeless to. But it never happened.

This time, when a green flash came out of his weapon, a burst of a bright, white light powered back. It became bright in the room, and I quickly shielded my eyes. By the time I removed my hands from my eyes, there was no light in the room, just the moon's bright glow sweeping into the windows. But all I knew was that room was dark and the stranger was out of sight.

Gone.

Thinking the place was clear and safe, I scrambled out from under Harry's crib. I expected to see Harry, in a state similar to Mum. But he wasn't. He was perfectly fine.

Scratch that, he was physically fine. But emotionally? No.

He was wailing out. Crying like a maniac. Crying out hard. Though I was still glad. Glad he wasn't gone. Glad he was okay.

"Shhh." I shushed him, pointing my finger upwards and putting it to my lips. "Shhhh, or we'll be in more trouble, Harry!" My small voice said.

Needless to say, his crying hushed out a little.

I looked over to my mommy's lifeless body and rushed to her. I poked the side of her body, and nudged her, telling her to wake up.

But she didn't.

I don't know why I haven't cried. Harry was already.

But I didn't.

But then again, I remembered.

I still had Dad. The last time I saw Dad was a few hours ago. He was with Uncle Sirius.

I ran out of the room and into the hall. But I stopped dead in my tracks.

Lying lifeless on the ground, as my mommy, was Daddy. I quickly rushed to his side, and nudged him, and tried to shove him. Doing anything I can to wake him up. But he didn't. He too was gone.

This was the part when I started to cry. Alot. I was crying for both of my parents now. It was too much for me. Mummy was gone. Daddy was gone. Both of my parents were gone. Forever.

All I had was Harry, and he only had me.

Remembering Sirius, I rushed down the stairs to find him. Maybe he was our last hope. Maybe he could be our new Dad. Harry and I needed one. Harry and I may have each other. But with Uncle Sirius, we could have him. I went to the kitchen, as Uncle Sirius was always there, raiding our fridge. But when I got there he was nowhere to be found.

The house was dark and I saw no figures. But as I ran around the house, frantically looking for someone, I heard a man spoke.

"Obliviate." I heard the person say. But before I could tell who it was, the person covered my mouth with a cloth and kept it there till I fell to the floor and blacked out.