Hello everyone! I'm back with a new Harry Potter story {YAAY}. For those who read The eyes, laugh and lies of Anneliss York, this story was already written, but in portuguese, I'm translating and changing a few things I've been dying to change on the story. For those who didn't read it, you are really welcome to do it! It's a Marauders fic that could be considered a prequel to this one!
I don't have a beta so feel free to point (gently) any mistakes. Also, feel free to review, it's sooooooo (really) soooooo important for any writer, reviews are the fuel to the story. I intend to publish weekly or every two weeks (that can vary), but if you really enjoy and review it I'll probably be inclined to post more often.
So, I guess that's all, since the first chapter is just an introduction I'm updating chapters 1 and 2 together and finishing the translation of chapter 3.
I hope you like it!
Kisses
Andy
Chapter 1
Only memories of an old man
Dumbledore paced on his office, all the old Hogwarts' headmasters soundly asleep in their frames around the walls, the fire was the only source of light in the room, leaving part of his face forgotten in the shadows. The headmaster slowly made his way to the Pensive, searching in the shelf with his strange blackened hand through the memories. He looked at his desk, the unwrapped letter still lying on the wooden table, few seconds later he wasn't at the office anymore.
1981
"He was sitting on a comfortable couch in a well decorated living room, in front of him there was a woman with chocolate hair and eyes that sometimes seemed green and other blue, next to her there was a man with medium black hair and dark eyes holding a baby girl with black hair and bright blue eyes, from where he sat he could see a mark behind her neck and adorned A letter with an eye at the center.
"Anneliss, Sirius" the headmaster started "I'm afraid I don't have good news" Anneliss eyes started to get filled with tears and Dumbledore felt a pang in his chest. "After a lot of research I could find some information about the mark. There's a legend about a woman, who was sacrificed in the name of the war and returned with unimaginable power to win a war a thousand years ago"
"Is it her?" asked Sirius with desperation in his eyes "Is she like little Harry?!"
"She's no the only one with the mark, which means that people will look for her to find it out"
1986
"I hate thunders, do you like thunders Mrs Norris?" the little girl no older than 6 asked to the kitten comfortably laid in her lap, she was sitting at the windowsill watching the furious droplets washing the grounds of the castle. "You know, when I'm sad it rains" she petted the kitten who purred on her lap "I'm an orphan too"
"Ah I found you!" a man exclaimed on the corridor, the girl straightened up fastly making the cat jump scared. "Mr Dumbledore is looking for you, child" said the gruesome caretaker, Argus Filch.
"Oh" said the girl with big blue orbs and black hair "I'm sorry, I was going to take Mrs Norris back to you when leaving for my quarters"
"Er... You don't have to... worry" Filch said embarrassed "She seems to like you"
That was when the girl fixed her eyes on the figure behind the caretaker.
"It's way past your bedtime" said Dumbledore "You have a full day tomorrow"
"I'm sorry Grandpa" she said looking at her feet, she turned her gaze to the caretaker and the cat at her side "Good night Mr Filch, good night Mrs Norris"
1988
"I can make water dance, do you want to see it?" she whispered to Professor McGonagall at the headmaster office, the woman nodded feeling sorry for the 8-year-old girl, she had to be kept away from the students, her bursts of magic were getting frequent.
She stared at the glass of water on the table next to them, the water slowly started to levitate from the cup forming a line, it would contort and spiral in the air, like a beautiful dance. The Transfiguration teacher left the seat next to the girl and walked towards Dumbledore's desk.
"Are you sure it's the only way, Albus?" she tried to keep her voice down.
"They will protect her better than us and we will keep the students safe" Dumbledore looked tired "I'm taking her tomorrow, I'll leave the day for you to say goodbye" The always so composed teacher had tears in her eyes.
"Why did we leave Hogwarts?" the girl asked while arranging her bangs, portkey wasn't her favourite way to travel "This place looks strange"
"Listen, dear" Dumbledore started "Hogwarts it's not a safe place for you anymore, here you will be safer, they will take care of you" They stopped walking in front of a gate surrounded by dense bushes, it looked like a graveyard gate.
"But... but I don't wanna go!" she started to look from the gate to Dumbledore "I never said goodbye to Mrs McGonagall and Mrs Norris...or the elves and... and Mr Filch... Uncle Remus... Aberforth" A large man in a dark robe appeared and put a hand on her shoulder "NO" she screamed "I don't feel good here, please"
The tears were flowing in her eyes as she struggle with the man, the rain started falling unmercifully and her screams were muffled but the image that would never leave his head.
1996
"What do you want, old man?" she was sitting across from him in one of the dirty tables of Hog's Head. "I received your letter about my deceased father, I don't know why you made me come here"
"I want to know if you thought about my proposal" he watched those unforgiving blue eyes, so filled with hate, she laughed maliciously before answering.
"I thought about a lot of things during these years, like Chocolate Sundae, trip to Germany... Suicide" her voice was mocking and full of venom "But no, I haven't thought about coming back to Hogwarts"
"What if I told you you're not the one?" He watched as she furrowed her brows deeply, her breath got irregular, she stood and just left the bar without saying another word.
He opened the letter with her answer, not knowing if what he did was right or not, but it had to be done, she had to come back.
"I'm coming to school next fall, I'll need the materials list.
I also want my name back, no more hiding who I am.
-Myra"
