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Lady Saint.

The Mistake.

One year later…

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was staring morosely out of his office window. It was a place he was becoming more accustomed to in the last few weeks than in the time he'd been headmaster of the magical school.

The Triwizard tournament had been a disaster - first Harry Potter, the supposed Boy who lived, had ended up as the 4th champion of the damn thing. The boy had just about survived the whole thing, even though he was stupid and now he and his idiot parents now had to come to terms with the outcome.

Lord Voldemort was back, and this time, he'd sent a message.

FLASHBACK.

Dumbledore and the spectators were watching the massive maze. There had been flashes signifying magic from wands, but since they couldn't see them it made it virtually impossible for anyone to know what was happening.

Lily and James Potter, along with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were in the stands with him, along with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Harry's two best friends.

They were waiting for their son, nephew, godson and friend to come out, grinning, as he held the cup above his head.

Then, the maze went up in green flames. The crowd screamed as the dark mark went up in the sky and a tall, serpentine figure appeared.

Raising his wand to his mouth, he started speaking, " Spectators of the Triwizard tournament, I am Lord Voldemort," letting the screams die down after a bang from one of the death eaters, who'd just appeared along with their master, he continued.

" I bring with me proof, if ever be needed, that I can appear anywhere and any when. All of you have become complacent, even when proof appeared that my followers, who had no permission," the death eaters looked at the ground as the Dark lord said this dangerously, " to bring havoc to the world cup earlier in the year."

Voldemort smirked as he looked at the Potters and Dumbledore. " How does it feel, Lily, James and you Dumbledore, to know that you have mislaid the one to defeat me all those years ago. Harry Potter was not the one to defeat me, but his sister. I know she ran away, the boy was more than delighted to tell me after I ripped his pathetic mind apart. Some teaching you gave him, you old fool. What did you expect, that he could defeat the greatest wizard in the world with a tickling charm ?" The Dark wizard's voice had become taunting as the crowd assimilated the information, many screamed denials.

" Silence." At the Dark Lords order, they obeyed.

Voldemort held up his wand and a misty projection appeared, showing a wand pointed at two babies in a crib, there was a boy and a girl. They saw the wand pause, evidently choosing which child should be first. The wand pointed at the girl first. There was a flash of green and then, nothing.

The crowd gasped both in shock and in horror. They'd been worshipping the wrong child, Harry Potter wasn't anything special at all. It was his sister all along.

The Potters looked guilty. Lily collapsed to the ground, crying. Her husband tried to support her, even though he was close to doing the same thing. All this time the Potters had ignored their only daughter, now their son was probably dead and their daughter was missing.

The only thought they had was how they were going to change this. The only problem was that Lara Potter had had time to stew and learn to hate her family.

Voldemort appeared almost nonchalant as he generated another memory. " Behold, the real child who lived," He sneered at the title, not approving of it either way.

The memory showed a chubby boy with black hair and hazel eyes, being lavished with presents and a massive cake that would probably have caused a famine. Everyone looked happy, but the memory zeroed in on someone who wasn't; a small, pale little girl, with long black hair and dull green eyes. She wore clothes much too big for her.

The memory also showed James Potter drag the little girl out, looking really angry. The real James looked down, tears threatening to flood his eyes. How could he ? I was her father, I should've brought her in and sat her on my knee.

The memories grew worse, showing a family setting for 3, showing Christmases with masses of presents for one child instead of two.

The last memory nearly made the Potters sick - them and Dumbledore discussing getting rid of the girl and discovering she'd left taking everything with her.

Voldemort looked at the crowd and sneered. " Here we have it, ladies and gentlemen, the fabled Light side, arrogant, pompous, delusional. Someone tells you one thing and you believe it. The dark families would never abandon one of their own, especially on the word of a senile old fool. So you see, we are not your inferiors. We are your superiors."

The dark lord and the death eaters vanished, leaving the corpse of Harry Potter, the supposed boy who lived.

FLASHBACK ENDS.

Dumbledore held his face in his hands.

Breathing in and out slowly, the old wizard looked up and through the window, over the grounds and the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Right now he had priorities, finding Lara Potter and finding a way to get her into Hogwarts. That wouldn't be easy, he and the Potters had banished her from the school roster.

Dumbledore cursed himself for his stupidity, the letter would've given the address the girl lived at, making it possible for the Order to make contact with her.

Severus Snape hated Muggle London.

It wasn't the people, which other Death Eaters would certainly despise, it was the smell and the awful food and dull conversation he hated.

Unlike most of the Order of the Phoenix, however, Snape had been raised in the muggle world and knew how to move around without the need to dress as some sort of moron.

Severus also had another reason he hated the mission he and other muggle borns of the order had been given - looking for the New child who lived, emphasis on New.

Snape had despised the Potters, even Lily ever since she'd chosen Potter over him, even though it was his own fault after calling the girl a mud blood. He often wondered what would've happened if he'd kept his cool and pride, would he still have become a death eater and hung around with the likes of Avery and Mulciber ?

Snape hated being a death eater, but he hated being a puppet of Dumbledore and the Order. It galled the Slytherin that he was a man torn between two worlds.

It was at that point that he saw a girl who looked like Lily, except that she was black haired not red haired. The girl was wearing expensive and smart clothes, but it was her face that caught the wizard's attention, she had a mocking quality that Lily lacked, she was also seemed more suave and self assured in ways Lily just couldn't emulate.

Severus noticed the girl walking away and he ran to catch her up. In the last few weeks the wizarding world had been looking for Lara Potter and Snape was not losing her now.

Lara was walking towards a bar that she had an appointment at and was determined to not be late. She was determined to get this deal one way or another.

She was not unaware enough to know that she was being followed. Lara frowned and stretched out her magical senses, it was a trick she'd invented and one she used often.

Lara frowned as she realised the person following her was a magical, a wizard by the feel of it. Lara decided to turn the next corner and see what happened.

It wasn't long when she cursed, the wizard was still following her. Lady Saint stopped and took a deep breath, calming herself.

Lara wondered why a wizard was following her, she knew about the death eaters, but the information she'd gleaned hadn't told her whether or not the scum ventured into the non magical world and stalked young girls. If they did, they were dead.

Lady Saint decided to wait in the alley. Directly above.

Severus Snape neared the alleyway the dratted girl had walked down and paused enough to take out his wand, slowly he edged closer and jumped in.

The alleyway was empty. Snape was puzzled, the alley was a dead end and there was no way out, unless….unless the girl had somehow harnessed her powers without the ministry's knowledge. If so, the girl was not to be underestimated. He was about to search the alley, when a blur dropped down from 3 stories up and jumped on him, knocking the wand away.

Snape caught a glimpse of black hair and flashing green eyes.

Lady Saint kicked and punched him in the stomach and in the face, knocking him down. She picked him up by the neck and held him above the ground.

" Ok, wizard, yes I know what you are," she added at his look of surprise, " I want to know one or two things, ok ? First, why were you stalking me, because I hate stalkers, they make me irritable. Please don't insult my intelligence, that as well makes me irritable ?"

Lady Saint increased the pressure on the wizards throat, enjoying the way the wizard choked, " Well, tell me ? I'm waiting."

Snape coughed, " Your brother is dead, the dark lord has risen again and revealed the truth about the night he was banished."

Lara looked at him icily and Snape felt a shiver run down his spine. He'd thought that the girl would feel some grief on hearing her brother was dead.

" Why should that bother me, me and my brother never got on. I don't care about my family, I've had enough of the Potter family to last 4 lifetimes. What do you mean, the dark lord, if you can call a delusional racist a dark lord, revealed the truth about that night ?"

Lara didn't hide her hatred of that night, it was the night that her parents chose her brother instead of being impartial and the night her life changed from being pampered and treated like a human being to being ignored.

Snape coughed again, the air becoming more and more tricky to take in. Lara lost patience and was glad for the ward she'd put up on the alley.

" Tell me !"

" He showed a memory, the memory clearly showing him pointing the wand at you, not your brother." Snape gasped desperately.

Lara dropped him on the ground. " And now," she deduced slowly, " now my parents want me back, after treating me like dirt and a stranger in her own home as a child ?"

Suddenly, Lara was very angry, " Well they can keep their delusions, if they want me they can come and find me. I would very much like to see them grovelling at my feet, insincere smiles on their stupid faces."

She turned to Snape, " Get out of here. Take a message, if I ever see or feel one of you again, I will kill you. I will come into diagon alley and kill people. Now, clear off."

Snape was not scared by a lot of things, but this witch was scaring the life out of him.

Catch the girl be damned, he thought. If the Potters wanted her they could come and get her themselves.

He disapparated.

Order headquarters.

" I bring this meeting to order," Albus Dumbledore spoke clearly in the Order of the Phoenix's new headquarters, Potter manor. The portraits of the past Potters were also at attention, listening to everything. James Potter had refused to cast silencing charms on them.

" For the past few weeks, we have been trying to look for Lara Potter. So far, no success…"

" Don't be so sure, Albus," Snape interrupted, striding into the room, ignoring the looks on the members faces.

" Ah Severus, my dear boy. Do sit down, what did you mean ?" Dumbledore spoke as if they were discussing the weather and not the whereabouts of a missing saviour.

Snape sat down, " I mean I found her ?"

Dumbledore looked around, " Is she here ?" He asked eagerly. He needed to impress the girl and make her look up to him as a mentor.

" Of course not, you fool, she found me and grabbed me by the throat and punched me in the face. Albus, she's dangerous.

Oh," He added at the Potters, " she doesn't care about her brothers death."

The two Potters were stricken by the news, but they weren't surprised.

Dumbledore tried to bring attention back to himself. " Severus, if you could show the memory,"

After showing the memory, the order were thinking about everything they'd seen. Lily and James were holding each other, both in fear and relief. Fear, that their daughter would take one look at them and beat them to death, relief that she was strong and powerful and not weak.

Lily was amazed by her daughter's appearance, she was beautiful, mature and assured. James was more impressed by the way she'd dealt with Snape.

Dumbledore was not exactly happy with the way the girl was - she should be forgiving and kind, not violent and dangerous.

He had a lot to do with her.

Snape interrupted, a smirk on his face, " If its any consolation, I have a solution. " he held up his hand and clutched in his closed hand was a fistful of hair.

Black hair.

Dumbledore and the rest of the order smirked as well. At last, a way to find her.

A/N - What do you think ?