Scarlet Destiny and the Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter one

The Girl who Lived

It was heavily raining that night. Lightning and thunder seemed to be merciless as they clashed onto each other creating tremendous amount of sound and enormous amount of light that could drive away the darkness in seconds. The winds were howling dangerously and trees were rustling restlessly. Moon is shining brightly spreading even more lightness with addition to the lightning and thunder. Dark and gloomy clouds parked near the moon and waited for the raging winds the push them to block the light giving by the moon. They waited to submerge the moon in an eternal darkness.

The La Push, a tiny Indian Reservation on the outskirts of Washington, is so quiet that night. A peculiar sight to experience as La Push never gotten this amount of rain. Forks, the neighbor city to La Push, is the city of highest ever recorded rainfall. Though, Forks didn't get any amount of rain this La Push is getting right now. La Push is mostly surrounded by lush green forests and seas. The rustling sound of trees, howling winds, snarling wolves and waves crashing on the rocks are enough to scare anyone who ventures out that night.

Still, a hooded figure wandered around the street as if waiting for something to happen. The figure's face was covered up with a cloak which was worn by the figure. The rain pelted on the figure's cloak but never once it became wet or soaked in. The cloaked figure wandered in the streets before he pointed a stick like something in a random direction before muttering.

"Point Me,"

Soon the stick glowed and suspended in the air. Now that would freak out anyone if a stick is suspending in the thin air but the cloaked figure merely smirked as the stick began to move right. When moon shined on the street this cloaked figure is walking, it came clear that the hooded figure is a man. His cloak was pure black with green tinge on the outline of the cloak. The stick isn't any ordinary stick but rather a powerful wand. The cloak was ripped at some places but the figure didn't mind as he carried his walk down the street to his right. The path was deserted. No single living soul is present on that heavy downpour night. As if something terrible is about to happen or some awful thing is about to reveal its presence in that night.

The wand stopped in front of a beautiful cottage that seemed to be the attraction of that place. The cottage is small and elegantly made of polished high quality woods. There were endless decorations on the front of the home. The cottage looks like an old-fashioned house from outside point of view with superior decorations inside the home. The cottage is deserted. Or so it seemed. Inside the cottage was a girl child who just celebrated her first birthday tonight. She was stunning and beautiful. Her black hair reached her shoulders and has amazing bouncy ringlets. Her penetrating luscious green eyes were sparkling with happiness and mischief. Her skin is breath taking beautiful russet color. Her name is Scarlet Destiny.

Scarlet shivered as if something is going to happen, so cried loud enough for her mother to hear who was busily working in her kitchen. Her mother was equally stunning like her daughter as she ascended the stairs to her daughter's decorated room. Her penetrating forest green eyes, which were exactly copied into her daughter's face, scanned her daughter with mild amusement when she saw snow in the room. Scarlet sneezed when a snow flake fell on her cute button nose. Her plump little pink lips were pouting as she glanced at her mother guiltily. As if apologizing for making the room to snow.

Her mother's tinkling laughter filled the room making Scarlet to look at her mother and she stood on her rib with extending arms as if she wanted to be taken up in the arms. Her mother smiled and walked gracefully towards her beautiful daughter and took her out of the crib. Scarlet smiled a toothless smile and giggled. Her mother has reddish brown hair with bright green eyes, envious russet skin and medium height with a fit body even after marriage. Her name is Violet Destiny.

"My beautiful baby," Violet cooed as she pinched her daughter's nose only for her to scrunch up in distaste making her to let out another tinkling laugh. "You did this?" she asked her daughter as she glanced around her room.

As I already said, the room was filled with snow. Yep, you heard me. The room is snowing and that too in middle of the rainy night. Scarlet glanced around and looked at her mother with a guilty smile which was so much like her father. Violet was entranced by her smile and smiled softly. Violet rolled her eyes as her daughter pulled up a pouty face. Big green eyes with tears and trembling pouty lips are enough to make a grown man to melt. Scarlet was afraid that her mother will be angry for making the room to snow. She was utterly bored and thought about this room is snowing. And magically the room is filled with cold snow.

But Violet wasn't angry, ashamed or embarrassed. Instead she looked at her daughter with so much love and proud. She was proud of her daughter instead of freaking out like a normal person. Well that's the point, guys. Violet is not normal and never she will be normal as much as she wanted to be normal.

Violet is a witch. Yeah, you heard me. Violet Destiny is a witch and that too, a powerful witch. Violet smiled as she hummed a lullaby to her daughter. Usually her dad is the one who will sing lullaby to her every night and he will fell asleep alongside her daughter in his bed. But tonight, he went out for some reason and is running late. So, Violet hummed quietly making Scarlet to let out a wide yawn.

Hush little one,

Sun is down and moon is up,

No worries, as fear is gone,

Sleep, my dear buttercup.

Violet softly hummed and Scarlet let out a sigh of content before falling into a dream filled sleep. Violet smiled gently and placed her inside the crib and tucked her in. since her dad is running late, Violet decided to let her daughter to sleep in the crib for one night. So she didn't have to face the weary husband who was afraid to sleep beside her in fear of rolling over his daughter. That happened one night. He rolled over a pillow and thought that he rolled over his daughter. He screamed so loud that even the birds flew away in fright as well as his pet owl. But then he realized that his daughter is nowhere in sight. When he looked up, he saw her floating above his head and caught her in his arms. That was the first time they both realized that her daughter possess the trait of magic in her veins.

Violet descended the stairs and took out a pointy stick which was a wand and waved around. The mess on the kitchen cleaned itself and the utensils are back to its original place. Violet sighed and glanced at the time. It was nearly midnight and she has no idea what her husband is doing.

Suddenly Violet felt a chill in her spine and immediately went to guard mode. She jumped on when sudden knock on the door. Violet narrowed her eyes as she made her way towards the door. She knows what night is now and she just prayed that it wasn't something she is thinking right now. But before she could open the door, the door was blasted into pieces. Violet screamed and ducked down to avoid the splinters which was thrown in her direction. She took her wand and sprinted towards her door. Her breath hitched when she saw who was in the door side. 'Please, oh god, please not him!' Violet thought fearfully as she watched the hooded figure.

The cloaked figure was standing there with his wand pointed outwards confirming that he was the one who cursed her door. The man revealed his hood at the same time lightning crashed behind him illuminating his face. Violet gasped as she saw the face. The man was pale white almost as white as white sheet. He had no nose except for tow nostrils instead of nose. His eyes were blood red as he stared at the beautiful woman in front of him. His hand was still outstretched but lowered.

"Voldemort," Violet whispered making an ugly evil smirk in his pale chalky lips.

"Violet Destiny," he muttered in a soft voice but Violet could detect malice behind it. "Pleasure to see you, though not in a circumstance I thought I would," he greeted as if an old friend.

"What are you doing here?" Violet asked or more like hissed in anger.

He chuckled darkly that sent cold shivers down her spine. "Stand aside, Destiny. I only need the girl," he said pushing her away.

Violet growled loud enough for him to hear. "You are not getting anywhere near her, Voldemort!" she hissed and her eyes flashed multi-color. Before Voldemort could do anything he was met with lightning crashing on him, throwing him away from her home. Violet sprinted out of her home and seethed in anger. How dare! How dare he come here to kill her daughter?!

Voldemort got up and sneered at the witch. "Your Elemental part can do nothing to me, Destiny! Give me your daughter or nothing happens!" he spat. Winds blew harshly and rain poured heavily when Violet's eyes flashed white.

"YOU WILL NOT GET SCARLET! NOT IF I'M ALIVE!" Violet roared as she gripped her wand tight in her clammy hands.

"You have brought this on you by yourself, Violet Destiny!" Voldemort roared back and lifted his wand. "Crucio!"

Violet's eyes widened and a horrendous scream came from her parted lips. She fell down and withered as if she was burning alive. Thousands of red hot knives penetrated her skin and she felt like her bones are getting crushed. She could hear the malicious laughter of the Lord Voldemort. 'No!' she thought as her mind is fuzzy. 'I will not let him!'

She manipulated the air and tried to distract him. And she succeeded in it. She panted heavily and stood up before jumping away from another set of curses. She lifted her right hand, "Confringo!"

But fire did nothing against him. He just laughed evilly, "Silly girl! Fire won't do anything against me! I'm Lord Voldemort! Nothing could beat me! CRUCIO!"

"Protego Horribilis!"

A shield formed in front of her and protected her from his Dark Magic. She panted heavily and felt as if her energy is sucked out. She shook her head and cried out in searing pain as Voldemort yelled another curse "Crucio!"

The pain was so much that Violet lost consciousness. She fell down on the muddy ground convulsing and her wand fell down aside her uselessly. Her eyes rolled back as she tried to fight for consciousness but couldn't. She clutched Voldemort's ankle as he kicked her. "L-Let…H-Her…G-Go," she whispered pleadingly. She cried out again as Voldemort kicked her. She was thrown several meters away from her home. She closed her eyes as she couldn't fight for consciousness.

Voldemort was almost gleeful as he pushed aside the remaining of the door. His malevolent eyes scanned the room for the one of the prophesized children who was destined to kill him. His sharp ears picked up a small cry from upstairs. He smirked and immediately went to the room to find a beautiful girl child with tears in her eyes. Scarlet looked up and when she noticed it wasn't her mother, she cried louder. Even though she is one year old, Scarlet could feel the presence of evil. Just like her mother. Voldemort realized this and moved to stand in front of her causing her to increase her volume. He couldn't believe that he was to be defeated by some children. No, he is Lord Voldemort. Nothing could beat him. Not some stupid prophecy which was set centuries ago.

"I, the Lord Voldemort, will not be beaten by some mere infants," he whispered as he looked deep into Scarlet's eyes. He twitched and pointed his wand in front of the poor and helpless child who was watching him with an intense gaze. A gaze only a true Destiny could have.

His lips parted. "Avada Kedavra!"

A bright green light blinded the little girl making her scrunch up due to the intensity. The room itself filled with bright green. A stream of green light emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand and went hurtling towards the poor girl. It is a curse to kill the opponent. It's the Killing Curse. It will kill anyone.

But on that night a miracle happened. Instead of killing the girl, the curse bounced back harmlessly and made its way straight towards the unpredicted Lord Voldemort. He screamed in pain as the Curse hit him and he immediately vanished from the spot feeling so weak that he couldn't stand. The light died down and the girl just blinked before she cried for her mother or father to come and pick her up.

Violet snapped her eyes and gasped as she sat up in the heavy downpour. She wiped the mud off her face and stood up wobbly. She clutched nearby tree for support as the previous events came rushing to her mind. Her eyes widened.

"Scarlet!"

Violet screamed before printing towards her home. She pushed the remains of the door and hurriedly made her way upstairs to her daughter's room. Tears were pouring from her eyes and blurred her vision but she made it to her room. 'Oh god, please no, not my daughter' she thought as she pushed open the door. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise to see her daughter crying her eyes out. She is perfectly alright. Her heart is beating and she is breathing. Scarlet seeing her mother who was frozen near the door, she giggled loudly. Violet snapped from her shock and she picked her daughter up in her arms and she cried.

"Oh my god! You're alive," she kept saying the same thing as she tightly clutched her precious daughter in her arms. Scarlet let out a giggle and she played with her mother's long hair. Violet pulled away and showered kisses on her daughter's face making Scarlet to fell into fits of giggle. Violet laughed at the same time she cried. Her baby is alive and alright! Violet's eyes fell on Scarlet's neck to see a crescent moon shaped scar. Violet's eyes widened in horror when she realized what had happened.

"You survived the Killing Curse…."

Footsteps echoed from downstairs making Violet to snap out of her stupor state. She held Scarlet tightly in her arms before rushing down. She clumsily came down to the blasted room and was surprised to see…

"Professor Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall?" Violet called in surprise and shock.

Professor Dumbledore is a tall, thin and very old man. Judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the blasted round, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind his half-moon spectacles which were shining with worry and relief when he saw both mother and daughter are fine. His nose was very long and crooked as though it had been broken twice. His full name is Albus Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall was rather a serious looking woman who was wearing square glasses and a relief shown in her face. She, too, was wearing a cloak but in emerald one. Her black hair was pulled up in rather tight bun.

Professor McGonagall rushed to the emotionally and physically drained woman and put comforted arms around her shoulders. Violet sobbed loudly as she hugged Professor McGonagall whose eyes were tearing. Violet looked up to meet Professor Dumbledore's concerned eyes. Her lips quivered in surprise, shock, fear and happiness.

"What had happened?" Professor Dumbledore calmly asked.

Then Violet launched on how Voldemort came and tried to kill her daughter. How she tried to stop him but couldn't and left her daughter vulnerable to his evil hands. And how she mysteriously survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort's disappearance. Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall exchanged shocked, surprised, curious and should-have-known looks.

Professor Dumbledore took in everything. "It seems whatever your daughter had done to survive Killing curse must have affected Voldemort," Professor McGonagall flinched at the word but remained strong. However Dumbledore continued quietly, "You're not only the victim, Violet,"

Violet looked up in shock and realization dawned on her. "Lily…James….Harry… oh god! What happened? Is Lily ok? How is James? What happened to Harry?" she asked worriedly.

Professor McGonagall bit her lip as Dumbledore sighed sadly. "James Potter and Lily Potter are dead, Violet." McGonagall informed sadly.

Violet gasped as tears returned to her eyes. She screamed in agony of letting her two best friends to die in the hands of Voldemort. Her brother and her sister died! Even Dumbledore seemed to be tearing as McGonagall wiped her own tears. Violet sobbed as McGonagall held her tightly in a motherly embrace. Violet cried her heart out. She had lost her two best friends. She lost her two siblings.

"H-How? He w-was here just n-now," she asked in a hoarse voice.

Dumbledore sighed. "The prophecy of two children who are destined to kill him are Scarlet and Harry, Violet. When he tried to kill Scarlet, part of his soul died as the Killing Curse bounced on him. He was weak when he charged to Potter's house. Lily Potter gave her life to protect her son. Voldemort already killed two and tried to kill a prophesized child, so he was weak when he got to Harry. When he used Killing Curse for fourth time, his soul couldn't take it and kind of snapped out. Voldemort vanished from this world, Violet." He quietly explained.

"H-Harry survived the K-Killing C-Curse too?" she asked in a feeble voice as McGonagall dabbed a cloth over her eyes to wipe tears and blood on Violet's face.

Dumbledore nodded. "Your daughter stopped him from killing Harry, Violet. It was Scarlet who managed to weaken him so much that Voldemort didn't have the energy to kill Harry. But Lily and James are unfortunate. Their sacrifice weakened him further to a point when he used Killing Curse, his powers broke up. He's gone, Violet."

"But how this could have happened?" Professor McGonagall asked in frustration of not knowing things. "He killed so many people…yet he couldn't kill two babies. Who-must-not-be-named is defeated by mere babies? How in the name of heaven did Scarlet and Harry survive?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "We can only guess." He said. "We may never know."

Violet's body shook. "H-Harry? Where i-is h-he now?" she shakily whispered as McGonagall rubbed Violet's arms in comfort.

"Harry is under the care of his Muggle aunt and uncle. He is in Little Whinging where he will be safe. Once Harry is older, they will explain everything to him. I have explained all in the letter,"

Violet nodded and all looked ahead when a low rumbling sound came. It grew gradually louder and everyone went out to see what that sound was. Violet and others looked up when the sound swelled to a roar. A huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge and all means, it's nothing compared to the man who was driving it. The man was so tall and so wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed and have wild-long tangles of bushy black hair and beard which covered most of his face. His name is Rubeus Hagrid. The Gamekeeper of Hogwarts. And of course, Violet's best friend.

"Oh Violet," Hagrid practically dwarfed the woman with his hug and they both let out another sob. Violet was close with Hagrid when she was a student in Hogwarts, a school for magic possessed people.

"Is Scarlet ok?" he asked making Violet to nod her head and placed her daughter in Hagrid's eager arms.

Hagrid took Scarlet in his arms and Scarlet bounced on his arms. She giggled happily and pulled Hagrid's long beard making him and Dumbledore to chuckle slightly. McGonagall looked at Scarlet with so much love filled eyes. Dumbledore turned to Violet as she looked anxious about something. When Dumbledore realized what she was about to ask he shook his head sadly.

Violet's breath hitched. "No…he…he couldn't…leave me….leave us," she whispered.

"I'm sorry, Violet." Dumbledore said. "Your daughter will be known for every wizards and witches from now on. She will be remembered as the girl who defeated Lord Voldemort when she was mere child just like Harry. She will be more famous than Harry seeing that she stopped Voldemort first and weakened him. She will be powerful than normal witch with two most important family bloods run in her veins. She will be a powerful veela just like you and your family. And she will always be remembered as the Girl Who Lived."

Scarlet giggled and wrapped her tiny fingers around Hagrid's enormous index finger. Hagrid teared up as he watched the girl who was giggling and clapping happily. Not knowing about her complicated future. Not knowing that she is more famous and powerful than anyone could imagine. Not knowing that there is another prophecy about her too, in a world full of life threatening situations. Not knowing what will happen, Scarlet Destiny was just happy in that moment.

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