A young 15 year old girl sits by her bedroom window. Her eyes were dark green contrasting to her pale skin. She wore glasses. She was watching her many cats outside playing. It was three days till Christmas. Her heart was heavy and was filled with sadness. Her school was closed for the holidays but she was not quite happy as the other students.
For the past two years she had sent her Christmas list to the North Pole with wishes for many items just like any other child. There was one present that she left out. It was not a present that you could just wrap. What she desired most would make anyone think she was out of her mind. What she really wanted was to be with a boy named Harry Potter.
Her heart ached as though he was real and she had truly met him. In reality, Harry was a famous wizard in a children's book. She knew this but every part of being told her he was real.
She couldn't tell why she felt like this or the feeling she felt when thinking about him. As she watched the cats, small tears streamed down her cheeks and she started to cry softly. In the distance she could see a familiar looking man coming closer to her. The dark black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes made her convinced that her love was there.
Without thinking, she got out of her wheelchair and ran to the front door. she ran outside. Anastasia was barking alerting her. Deep down she hoped that she wasn't just barking at the neighbors.
Her bare feet touched the prickly grass as she looked around the backyard in high hopes to see him. There was no one there. Her heart dropped as she considered that she might have been hallucination once more. She collapsed onto the grass as her legs gave out beneath her. She stared at the blue sky as tears formed in her eyes.
She closed her eyes and listened to her dog barking. Her body trembled as she sob loudly while curling up in a small ball. The muscle in her leg gave her much pain but not as much as her heart.
Her mind was once again playing a nasty trick. She was fed up with it and wonder why she was having these hallucinations. The bump on her head from when she hit it falling at school had to be the reason. This was the only way she convinced herself that she wasn't going mental or that her mom wasn't lying to her
For two years this was going on ever since Mikaela woke up from the comma two years ago caused by the so call fall at school. She couldn't remember who she was or where she was. All she knew was what her mom told her when she woke up suddenly in bed and that her mom worked a lot at night.
She was starting to think that her mom wasn't really telling the whole truth. This confused the young teen since she couldn't find any possible leads to her identity. All she had was these mean hallucinations of Harry and a constant feeling that something was missing in her heart.
The first thing that came to mind when she woke up from the comma was Harry. The weird thing was that she saw him right when she woke up. He was sitting beside her bed.
"Please be safe. I will find you and bring you home! I give you my word!" She remembered the man saying in a soft British accent.
She remembered crying his name like some child calling for a parent when he disappeared after her mom came in. She was scared for the first day of being out of the comma.
Mikaela told her mom about him; actually she kinda flipped a biscuit when her mom told her that she was talking about a children's book character who was a wizard. She remembered seeing the cover and screaming that it was not the Harry Potter she saw.
Months later she felt bad for flipping out on her mom. She honestly did not know what happened or what caused her to be that mental. She did secretly keep the strong feeling that she knew who she saw on that day.
There was the sound of footsteps that could be heard in the distance. Mikaela did not move guessing that they belonged to her neighbors on the side. They were always back there messing with bikes.
Something or someone grabbed her and sat her up. She opened her eyes in confusement as she felt herself move. She felt a familiar touch against her cheek.
"Don't cry. You are not the least bit mental" a familiar man's voice wispered to her.
She look up quickly and saw the most gorgeous bright green eyes. He smiled warmly and helped her to stand. Her mind ran rapid and couldn't find her voice. She leaned against him feeling his warmth.
"I miss you, Harry. I want to come with you." Mikaela wispered once she found her voice.
Softly, he stroked her cheek. She just stood there, gleaming at him, feeling numb.
"I wish I could take you now but the way you see me now is part of your deepest dreams. I assure you are not going mental but the way you see is from your past memories of me."
Mikaela was confused and sadened that she was dreaming. The tears returned.
" I don't understand." she spoke softly dropping to her knees.
Harry sat down in front of her on his knees. He carefully wiped her tears.
"Please don't cry, love. You are too beautiful to shed tears." he smiled.
The young girl blushed slightly.
She looked up and saw him take off the familiar school robes he always wore in the books she read of him. He placed it over her small shoulders and buttoned up the small clasped in the breast area.
"When you wake up. You will still have this on. The robe would be a sign if we truly met tonight."
Mikaela stood up and felt the robe trail against the grass. Harry joined her watching as she felt the cuffs on the ends of her wrists.
"It should keep you warm also." he added.
Mikaela remembered slightly that for Halloween one year she used a Gryffindor robe along with a toy wand. The robe felt lighter than what was on her now. There was a different kind of material. She could not figure out what it was but it was sure different.
She smiled
Harry took her hand. She looked up into his bright green eyes. The young girl found herself close to her prince. She could not keep her eyes away.
She leaned against him in a warm embrace. A familiar state of comfert spread throughout her body. Mikaela felt this same feeling just seconds before she woke up from the comma She felt as though she was safe from harm and was loved dearly by the unknown. For some reason this moment with him felt true.
"Please don't leave." she spoke, feeling their embrace fall.
Harry smiled brightly. The surrounding area of the backyard grew bright like the sun.
"I will always be here by your side." he whispered
He kissed her tenderly. Her legs gave away as felt like walking in the clouds. Harry held on to her tightly keeping her from collapsing. She couldn't feel anything.
Voldemort glared madly in a basin filled with water. The water swirl continuously as he waved his wand over it. He placed a strand of blond hair in it. It belonged to one of his most loyal death eaters, Narcissa Malfoy.
For many years Narcissa had been a fateful servant and had obeyed his every command along with her husband and son. Her daughter, Mikaela, did not own up to the family's name nor follow the Dark Lord. Mikaela was to them a disgrace and betrayed the family.
Mikaela's parents could not see why she followed the path of untroubled. They could not comprehend the fact that she was put into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin.
Mikaela was indeed brave. She had many hardships growing up in the family mansion. The many times where she acted like a mature and kind little girl she was punished for it. He would use the Cruciatus curse- a curse that erupts pain upon the victim- to keep her in line.
For eleven years this went on. It was not until the day when she finally got to go to Hogwarts school where she felt free. It wasn't until the enemy grabbed her hand inviting her to sit with him that she felt, "alive and well". It was like the pain and suffering disappeared the moment he touched her. Her dusty, blood stained hair turned within days to a natural blond color. The bruises and cuts on her body disappeared also.
Mikaela told everything that had happened in her unforgivable life to the boy she now knew as Harry Potter. She trusted him and felt safe, a feeling she never knew. She cried herself to sleep in his arms.
Luckily they were in the common room, safe from the prying eyes of her brother, Draco. They were only eleven but they fell dangerously in love.
After years of this forbidden love, Draco was ordered to kidnap Mikaela and bring her to the family mansion. They knew from the start that she would never live up to her heritage. She was not in the house that her family had been in while at school. She was in love with a boy who for years Voldemort wanted to kill to gain more power.
Voldemort knew she had to be killed. She was no use to him or to the deatheaters. Her family tortured her till she could hardly move. They killed her slowly. Voldemort made sure she was dead. He put his hand over her heart. To his delight, she didn't have a heartbeat. She was dead.
Voldemort thought that for years, Mikaela was dead. He now thought differently. Narcissa was acting strange after the death of her daughter. She would be gone for hours every day. Most of the time she would go during the day, and come back late at night.
He could sense that she had been keeping something from him. He kept his eyes fixed on the water and waited for something to appear. The blond hair was a piece of Narcissa memory. Voldemort hoped that with it, he would be able to uncover the secrets that she had.
It worked! An image started to appear. Voldemort touched the water and went into the scene. He was in a bedroom. The walls were a light purple color. The floor was a tan carpet. Stuffed bears filled the shelves in the room.
A woman was sitting on a bed while a young girl laid on it. Voldemort was confused as to how this was Narcissa's memory. The woman looked nothing like her. She was a brunette with dark green eyes and was big boned. Narcissa, however, had blond hair, blue eyes, and she was skinny.
Voldemort just decided to watch. There could be something that he had never considered.
"Why do you always have to go to work at night? Can't you stay?" the young girl asked.
She looked like she was fourteen. She had long brown hair. Her dark green eyes were watery.
"My boss wants me to do extra work for him and I'm afraid that it takes the whole night. I can't disappoint him. It might cause me to lose my job." The woman said. "or our lives" she added quietly while looking away from her daughter.
Voldemort could hear what she said. The young girl could hear it too.
"What?"
The woman didn't replied. She only shed a few tears
.
"I just miss you while you are at work."
"Can't I call your cell phone?"
"No Mikaela! My boss is strict. He makes me work harder than the others. I don't have time to be on the phone. Even if I did have the time, he won't let anyone have phone calls. If was to talk to someone, he would fire me."
Voldemort became interested. The girl was named, Mikaela. He wondered what was happening.
"I guess I understand, night mom."
The woman kissed her and turned the lights.
The room changed into a bathroom. Tears were streaming down the woman's face. She wiped them and pulled out a wand from her pocket. The wand was familiar to Voldemort. It was in fact Narcissa's.
With one wave, the woman turned into Narcissa and with another she disappeared. The room changed once again into the living room of the Malfoy Mansion. Voldemort saw Draco greet her.
"How is she?" Draco asked.
Narcissa smiled weakly. "She's great. She's getting great grades in the school that I picked out. She's safe." Narcissa said.
She sat down and sighed.
"What's the matter?" Draco asked.
Tears were coming down her cheeks.
"I don't think I can do this anymore. She wants to be with me all the time. I want to but I have to be here so that Voldemort can still think that I'm still a fateful deatheater. If he ever found out that Mikaela came back to life and that I been taken care of her as a muggle for the past two years…" Narcissa sobbed softly. "…He could kill her again and this time she would be dead forever."
Voldemort smiled evilly. He was sure that they were talking about Mikaela Malfoy.
"What do you mean she would be dead forever? As long as Mikaela and Potter have a powerful love connection, he or she can't die." Draco questioned her.
"When I brought her to America, I erased her memory and change her whole appearance. I think that it might have broken the connection between them."
Draco got to his feet, looking furious. "You erased her memory and changed her appearance! Why in the devil did you do that for?" Draco yelled angrily
"Lower your voice. I did it to protect her. Voldemort might not recognize her and therefor won't try to harm her." Narcissa said.
Voldemort had seen enough. He went out of the memory. He saw Narcissa at the doorway, looking horrify. She ran.
"Narcissa!" He yelled. Before catching her, he gathered a few of the deatheaters and told them of his plans to kill Mikaela Malfoy for good.
