I do not own any of the characters from Harry Potter.
Author's note: Begins a few weeks before the attack on the Potters.
Chapter 1
Little Pheonix
Albus Dumbledore sat in his study, his brilliant blue eyes staring deep into a book. He didn't wish to be disturbed at this time, that was the reason for the several Privacy Spells he'd put on his office and he knew quite well that no one could come in unless they had enough power to. He was a powerful man, Albus Dumbledore, likely the most powerful wizard known to wizard-kind. He didn't expect for his Privacy Spells to be breached at all and if they were so, he would hear it, which he did.
A small bell sound erupted the room and he looked up from his book in surprise. No one stood in the doorway, nor had the door even been opened. He shook his head. It must've been his imagination playing tricks on him, he was getting rather old after all. But then something tugged on his sleeve and he looked down. A little girl of about four stood next to his chair, her dark eyes full of utter fascination and her dark red hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was dressed in a little black velvet dress with a turtle-neck collar and long sleeves.
"Why, hello, Rosielle," he said, recognizing her as the daughter of Rabastan Lestrange.
"Hello," she replied with a shy smile.
"What are you doing here?" Dumbledore questioned with curiosity. "Shouldn't you be with your father?"
"He's talking to Ms. Minerva," said little Rosielle with a sigh. "It got boring, so I went exploring!"
"I see," Dumbledore smiled, finding her to be abnormally bright, coming from such a dark family. "So? How did you get passed my Privacy Spells?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. But it's not the only thing I can do!"
Dumbledore smiled. "Well, what else can you do?"
Rosielle smiled and looked at his book, which began to levitate by itself.
"Ah, telekenisis," Dumbledore smiled. "What else?"
"I know what you're thinking," she said. "I can read your mind."
"Can you?" he asked. "Well, that's quite amazing."
"I can fly too," she said, smiling even more widely then lifting herself off the ground.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Rabastan Lestrange entered the room. He was a tall, robust man with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, whcih Rosielle seemed to have enherited. He was dressed in black work robes and looked worried.
"Rosielle!" he snapped and she suddenly fell to the ground with a yelp. The book she had been levitating fell into Albus's lap. "What have I told you about using your powers around people?"
"Never do it unless I'm at home," she answered, rubbing her rear end then standing up. "I was bored! I wanted to do something!"
"And I wanted to make sure you got the proper control," Rabastan sighed, beckoning her. "Now, come on. We need to go home."
Rosielle whined but obeyed, walking over to him. "But Daddy, I want to stay here!"
"You'll get your chance," he smiled, then looked over at Dumbledore. "She didn't cause you any trouble I hope?"
"None at all," Dumbledore smiled, cheerfully. "Oh, Rabastan!" he said, just as they were about to leave. Rabastan stopped and looked back at him. "She has a very unique power. Not many witches enherit the power of psychokenisis."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Rabastan sighed, then left.
Dumbledore understood what he meant, knowing that Rabastan was apart of the Death Eaters. He had been forced into it against his will but served Lord Voldemort well and could be relied on for just about anything. Rabastan was a neutral character and he was quite a serene, wise wizard. Rosielle was going to be raised by a good father, so long as he didn't get tossed into Azkaban. Rabastan's fear was likely that Voldemort would find out about his daughter's power and use it against the wizarding world, which was a very likely possibility. That would definetly turn the war to his favor.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, entered the room. "Did you hear about Rosielle Lestrange, Albus? The power she has?"
"I did," Dumbledore smiled, happily, setting his book on his desk and standing up. "I even got a display of her powers. It was quite magnificent."
"She's got a little Pheonix in her, Albus," McGonagall sighed, looking to Fawkes, Dumbledore's magnificent Pheonix. "It makes me fear for her. If her father is sent to Azkaban, she'll be sent straight to her nearest relative and I fear that the Malfoys will make her use her powers in distructable ways."
"I doubt Lucius would risk it," Dumbledore shook his head. "He's much smarter than you give him credit for. Besides that, Lucius probably doesn't even know she has those powers. Rabastan wants them to remain secret."
"I see," McGonagall sighed. "Do you think those psychic shields around her powers will remain?"
"There's a possibility that they won't," Dumbledore answered. "And then she'll want to be free, which is something Voldemort won't deny her."
Hope you like. Rosielle is based off the character Jean Grey from X-men. There's a few twists to this fic, so I won't explain everything right away.
