Albus & Annabeth

Chapter 1, Year 1 (Edited/Updated)

Mary Hawthorne's P.O.V.

I am a mother who would do anything for her child. I am ignorant to things beyond my power. I couldn't help but cry myself to sleep every night having my daughter, who has seen more horrors in this world then her little brain should be allowed, comfort me.

I am cowardly and self-centered, if only I did this years ago my son would be okay. Now, let me tell you how I came to this part in my life where me, a 35 year old women, is ready to welcome death in.

Twelve years ago to this day my courageous, heroic, magical husband died. When I mean magical I mean magical, he was a wizard. He never told me that something this bad was going on, but I knew it had to be very horribly bad from the look he came home, from work, every day wearing.

He never really informed me of how magic worked and all that, not that he didn't try. When I first found out the secret I was already head-over-heels for him, too far fallen to get back up. I didn't really love the idea of magic, I tried to understand but then after a couple months of trying I gave up more and more until I finally did. We had a sort of unspoken agreement to never speak of his wizarding abilities. When I became pregnant with our first child, a son, for one night we took down that boundary and we openly discussed what he would be. I tried to understand, but never did get the full gist of it. All I knew was he was going to become a wizard also.

A week before my husband died, he told me of the war and how at anytime he might not come home. For the next week I would wait in the threshold and pray that he would come home that night. I don't do that much praying now.

We were eating diner when it happened, a silver floating mist flew into the room telling him that a battle has begun and all the aurors, I guess was a type of policeman like he told me he did, were needed. We said goodbye and he gave me an owl saying to contact his best mate, Seth whom I had meet on several occasions, in case anything happened to him.

When he didn't come home for three days I had to face the horrible truth, my beloved husband had died. I wrote a letter to Seth asking for assistance. When he came to pick me up he seemed different; wearing a dark cloak and a very nasty expression on his face.

He took us to a warehouse type house. He started out treating me like a very welcomed guest and my son as a little man. This went on for many weeks until I had realized I was pregnant again, with my husbands baby. I didn't know how Seth would take the news so weeks after I found out and was starting to show I told him. He took it very nicely but said I would have to swear magically that I wouldn't tell anybody that I was here, saying that if someone knew that the baby wasn't his that myself and the child would be killed. I swore happily for the protection of my now children not caring about the consequence if I didn't.

I later learned that I had made an unbreakable vow, meaning I would die if I told anybody whom I actually was and whom my child's father was. My son, daughter, and I lived with him hurting us and torturing us. When my son was 11 and daughter 4 Seth took Michael, my son, upstairs out of the cellar and up to the room mostly used for torturing.

Michael was screaming for hours until it stopped and we never saw Michael again. I knew Seth couldn't kill him but I never knew if that meant his little dark cloaked friends couldn't.

The summer when my daughter turned eleven we got the same letter we got the day Michael was summoned upstairs. I ripped it open and found it to be an acceptance letter to a magical school called 'Hogwarts'.

She was never able to go to school, of course. I'm lucky Seth allowed myself to teach her how to read and write! I read the letter more carefully and found a name to send one of Seth's birds too. I did, thankfully without Seth noticing, asking the headmistress to meet me in a small café up the road at the time when Seth would want me to go to the market.

The older aged women came into the dimly lit room and looked around, I stood up not even feeling the pain of my many broken and disfigured bones. She came to the table and noticed closer up the bruises covering my face, gasping. "Are you okay?" she had said with a look of concern on her old face. I explained, sobbing, that I made a vow with a mad crazy horrible man not knowing what I was doing. She tried to stop me from explaining anymore but all I said was "Just save my Annabeth." She promised she would. Before I told her where we were living I made sure she also promised to tell Annabeth I love her and she was safe. She promised with tears in her eyes that she would. I showed her where the passageway was then I fell, lifeless.

Professor McGonagall's P.O.V.

She fell, I tried to catch her but I knew it wouldn't be any good. She looked like a dead man walking; knees at odd angles, face, arms, and probably everywhere else was black and blue. I hope the little girl looked better. . . Oh god please let the little girl be better. I called for the aurors, even if I was desperate I'm not stupid enough to go to an unknown territory not knowing how many people were there.

When the aurors did come I explained the situation to them and we all went in, they were reluctant to let me go. Which I felt very insulted by.

We opened the door and we heard high pitched screaming coming from down a dark hallway. We rushed in, there wasn't anyone else in the hallways but obviously more from the different tones of laughter. We practically ran in and what I saw I wish I didn't. A little girl, probably no more then 11, bleeding on a stone floor with about 10 grown men and women laughing at her. The one in the middle was the largest and by the way the wand was moving he looked as if he was preforming the cruciatus curse on the girl.

An auror shock a stunner, stunning the man in the middle and about half the men and women there fled. A select 4 stayed and started to fight the 10 aurors outnumbered.

I didn't mind the fighting all that much I just ran to the little girl on the ground that looked terribly frightened. I reached for her and she to my horror, flinched and scooted away from me right in the line of a powerful looking stunner. When it hit her she resisted as if it didn't just hit her. Something that powerful should have stunned a grown man unconscious. I was astonished. "Your mother sent me," I said trying to be calm and nice. Now all the dark wizards, besides the man that was torturing the girl, had left. The aurors were watching the scene enhanced.

"Where is she," she said unaffected by the crowd.

"She. . ." How am I supposed to tell an eleven year old her mother's dead. Luckily I didn't have to.

"She's dead." She stated bluntly, as if it were any everyday thing to say. She started pacing, muttering. Every step she took a creaking sound came from her bones rubbing against each other, just like her mothers did. "She didn't have to you know…" she mumbled loud enough for me and the aurors watching to hear.

" What sweetie," one of the female aurors said approaching her but she backed steps away then continued her pacing.

"Die. I told her not to. I'm not strong enough to stay here without her." She said her voice cracking on the end, but not from crying. It was now just when I noticed how hoarse her voice sounded. I took a good look at her. Past the blood and grime she had dull chocolate brown eye color, her face sunken in, her skin stuck to her boney arms, her clothles which were obviously a very small size were tattered and too big on her unhealthily thin frame, and from her right middle finger to her elbow there is a prominent scar that circles around her arm in a double helix type shape. But now I took in what she had said.

I took a step towards her with my arms out and said, "You won't. If you would like, you can come to Hogwarts, A school for young witches and wizards. But no matter what you aren't staying here with that . . . man" I said gesturing to the man lying unconscious on the floor behind her.

You could practically see the cogs moving in her head, "Mom said not to leave unless I'm with her. How do I know you aren't like him?" She asked staring unblinkingly at me with her chocolate brown eyes. I had no answer to that, I just stared with probably my lips in a pout trying to find out what to say. "Ok, I believe you." She said still staring at me. "Let's go, you can't leave the way you came in because there will be to many people. One of you carry or hover him out. I mean you are wizards probably wouldn't carry. . . too much work. And me I'll be the leader." She said with a smile. One of the commanding officers was about to say something but I just sent him a look daring him to be rude to this girl. This poor girl . . .