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Summary: Bobby Singer's little sister Annie goes missing when she is just 2 yrs old now almost 40 years later a young man has been found beaten and unconscious. How is he related to Annie and what does this mean for both his and bobby's future?
A/N: thank you so very much to all the people who alerted, reviewed or favourited this story. I'll try and update whenever I can. but since I'm not entirely too sure where this story is currently going you may have to wait til I figure it out in my head. If you have any suggestions or ideas then please feel free to let me know.
Chapter 1:
The moment of Annie's birth was like a magical explosion. The shockwaves of her innate magic could be felt for miles around.
For Damien the ripples of her power were like a drug and he'd been left feeling high for days. Her power was sweet and addictive and he wanted it all to himself.
The only way to do that would be a power stealing ritual performed under the light of the moon at the summer solstice.
All he needed now was the ritual sacrifice. Annie was the only one who would have the strength to survive having that much magic ripped from her body.
The ritual itself was very specific. It demanded that the sacrifice's magic be untainted and the only way to get it was from a child who had yet to have their first burst of accidental magic.
And for three long years he waited, getting more and more frustrated every time he missed an opportunity. Then the solstice would pass and he would have to wait another year to try again.
And so he had watched her grow and he was there for all her important milestones. He was there for everything, her first words and her first steps, her first Christmas and her first birthday.
Patiently waiting for the moment he could take what was rightfully his. Finally that moment was now.
He followed them to the park and watched as they played on the equipment and fed the ducks, he sneered every time he saw Annie's face light up with childish joy.
He had waited for a while to see just how well she was protected, Damien was worried at first, she was never out of the young man's sight and he knew the young man would fight with everything he had for the girl. Against magic though they were defenceless and knew that here in the park magic would be his only chance and nothing could go wrong.
He had to think, how could he make the young man leave or turn away just for a few seconds. It's all he would need, those few precious seconds.
He watched them for a little while longer until he realised they were about to leave and his time would soon run out. He sent his magic out in a giant burst, which caused a gush of wind to head toward the pair.
The wind knocked the hat off Annie's head and carried it on the wind dropping it further down the bank of the lake and away from him and Annie.
He watched as the young man tried to get Annie to leave without it but changed his mind when she looked like she was about to cry.
He had barely waited for the boy walk away before he struck, he quickly ran over to her and apparated away.
In that single moment Annie singer was gone.
Apparating into Glentress Forest, Damien headed for the clearing he had set up earlier.
It was hidden just out of the way of the main path and it was surrounded by large branches making it impossible to see unless you knew it was there.
"Keep still you infernal brat." He yelled at the girl struggling to get out of his arms.
Instead she did the opposite flailing her arms and kicking her legs, trying to get the man to let go of her.
In the end her struggling was too much for Damien and he let her go but he couldn't risk her wild magic lashing out and either hurting them or ruining the ritual and so he hit her with strong sleeping spell.
Knowing the spell would keep her out for a while he also cast another that would make her magic dormant. The spell would dissolve in time but by then the ritual would be complete and she would be nothing more than a squib.
He looked at the small child now asleep on the forest floor and wondered how someone so small could ever possibly hold so much power. He could feel it when he came in contact with her bare skin, like a small electric shock. He smirked at the thought of all that power being his.
He transfigured her clothes into a set of robes and placed her body in the middle of the rune circle. Once there he finished writing the runes and set up four small bonfires each one marking the point of north, south, east and west.
When the circle was finished the only thing left to do was wait til the moon rose then he would light the bonfires.
When the moon rose he walked round the circle lighting the bonfires from the most northern point in a clockwise direction, before he moved to stand behind the northern bonfire.
He then began his chant.
"Powers of the witches rise"
"Course unseen across the skies"
"What's yours is mine..."
Halfway through his chant he heard the distinct pops of multiple apparations and stopped chanting to quickly duck a stunner that was sent his way.
Damien looked around and he noticed a bunch of people with black cloaks and white masks facing off against a group of unmasked Wizards. Both sides were locked in a furious battle, spells flying in all different directions.
Damien tried to find a way out but was hit with a deflected curse and he was sent flying through the air where he landed on sharp tree branch killing him instantly.
When head auror Alastor Moody was told about the spike of magic near the muggle village of Peebles his initial thought was that it might be a bunch of young witches or wizards attempting a simple ritual that would deepen the connection to their magic.
What he didn't expect to find was not only someone attempting a seriously dark and illegal ritual but also a bunch of Death Eaters that had come to see who or what had so much power that it could be felt all the way from London.
The Aurors were the first to react. Throwing stunners and disarming spells they were trying to incapacitate rather than kill.
The Death Eaters started firing back although they reacted with far stronger curses.
The battle was over before they knew it. Some of the Death Eaters had gotten away, the ones that didn't would be getting very well aquatinted with the dementors in Azkaban.
While the rest of his men were escorting the Death Eaters to the ministry, Moody made his way over to the circle. What he had first thought was an animal sacrifice was in fact a young girl hidden amongst the layers of her thick black robes.
After checking to see if the runes around the circle weren't still dangerous, he made his way over to her. He couldn't sense any magic coming from her and she was only barely breathing.
He couldn't leave her here but he couldn't take her to the ministry, they wouldn't care at all for a muggle child.
There was only one person who could help him in this situation.
Albus Dumbledore.
Trying to find a home for the muggle girl was not something Albus wished to ever do again. If she was a magical child, there would have been plenty of families willing to take her in and raise her as one of their own.
He had managed it though, the perfect family had been found.
He had watched them for the whole day; they obviously loved their daughter and would only have more love to give this poor child.
Under another sleeping spell the young child was bundled up and left on the families door step with a note explaining that she was an orphan with no family left and that she needed a loving family to take her in.
The next morning Lily Evans was welcomed into the world.
A/N: I'm sorry about the randomness of Damien I just needed someone to get Annie to England and he was convenient.
Also this and the next chapter are just fillers and the good stuff (i.e. Harry) will be around about chapter four as this is just the characters histories and what not.
Next chapter: The Singers react to Annie's disappearance.