I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does.
Beautiful Enigma
The Fates were not happy with how Harry's life turned out. So, they meddled with time, stole secrets and pushed a young girl into a world of danger. Raised by Alastor Moody, trained by Albus Dumbledore and loved by many, Lady Lyra Cassiopeia Vance is ready to step out of the shadows.
"Her power rivals Dumbledore's and her beauty cannot be described in words. She can win Lady Ravenclaw herself if we question her about the universe. I'm clever enough not to ask how she knows everything. And I hope you are too."
AU, HP/OC, DM/HG, RL/NT
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31st October, 1981
The sky shook with the sound of rumbling thunder and lightning flashed in the sky every few seconds. Rain poured to the grounds and the wind howled, shaking the trees along.
Fully aware of the nature's wonders, Alastor Moody casted advanced impervious charms on himself and ran out of his house. Looking around with his magical eye, and his wand held high, he disapparated with a pop.
He swore at the top of his lungs when he reached his destination and saw an animal running away from the house. Checking once with his magical eye, he bolted inside the house above where a dark mark was looming over the sky and the walls were plastered with blood.
It was too late. The Vance family was dead.
Then, above the sounds of the howling wind, he heard a child's cry. His eye nearly popped out when he saw a child through the walls.
He ran towards the nursery and nearly puked at the sight in front of him. Stepping over the woman's bloodied corpse, he kneeled at the child crying on the floor. Blood was starting to flow from the child's shoulder and he immediately took out bottles of potions and starting pouring them down the child's throat. He casted healing spells, but the blood continued to flow.
He cursed at the top of his voice, grabbed the child and – without thinking twice – apparated to the best Healer he knew. St. Mungo's would likely tell him to kill the child rather than heal her, so he staggered into the Tonks' sitting room.
"ANDROMEDA TONKS!" He bellowed, which only caused the child to cry harder.
A white-faced Andromeda came running through the stairs, her wand raised in a trembling hand. She nearly passed out at the sight of a bleeding baby.
"Heal her! Do something, woman! She is alive!" Moody shouted at Andromeda whose colour was draining from her face as more blood continued to flow.
Andromeda ran upstairs and came back down with many bottles of potions in her trembling hands. She immediately casted a charm and the bleeding stopped. She gently laid the crying baby in a couch and started muttering charms and pouring the potions. Moody watched as the child's crying stopped and her breathing became even. Andromeda casted cleaning charms and the blood was wiped quickly though a raw scar was seen through the baby's thin clothing.
Andromeda took a deep shuddering breathe and turned towards Moody. "I-Who-How-?" She was unable to form a correct sentence.
"Mum?" A timid voice said from the doorway.
Andromeda froze and turned towards a girl with a blue hair standing in the doorway, trembling. She ran forwards and wrapped her daughter in a hug. "Nymphadora sweetie, d-did you s-see?" She asked. The girl nodded mutely, her eyes glued on the baby lying on the couch, now asleep.
"S-sweetie, why were you out of bed?" Andromeda asked. "I heard Mr. Moody shouting." Nymphadora said, looking at Moody with terrified eyes.
"It's alright, Nymphadora, the baby was hurt, she is okay now." Andromeda soothed her daughter. "Now go to bed, sweetie, wake up early and we will talk and see the baby in the morning."
Nymphadora didn't move. "Nymphadora, go to bed, we grownups are going to talk now." Andromeda said, trying to sound stern. Nymphadora crossed her arms. "I am nearly ten years old now. I am grown-
"Nymphadora Vulpeca Tonks! You will go to bed right now!" Andromeda shouted and the small girl scurried away.
Andromeda slumped down in one of the couches, her head in her hands. "Who is the child? How did it happen?" She asked finally.
Moody sighed. "The child is the Vances' girl. Lyra, I think that's the name. Cassiopeia Vance is dead. It was a werewolf. It didn't bite her though, only clawed her shoulder. It's a wonder the child lived."
Andromeda gaped at him for a few seconds before breathing, "A girl Vance?"
This was not the question Moody expected to hear. "Yes, it's a girl Vance. So what?" He asked. Andromeda touched the baby's hair and looked at her wounds. "No wonder she lived. She is the first girl born in the Vance family in seven centuries." Her fingers traced the baby's cheek and she let it drop.
Moody raised his eyebrows. "It's a legend. My family," Andromeda grimaced, "Taught us things about purebloods and important families. Every Lady," she grimaced again, "Born in the Vance family is gifted in some sort of way. They are the most powerful witches and the limits of their abilities are unknown."
Moody nodded. Probably a bedtime story, he thought internally. At the exact moment, the front door flew open and a beaming Ted Tonks entered the room. He ran forwards and hugged and kissed his wife, not caring that Moody was there too.
"It's over, Dromeda, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dead. The war is over. Harry Potter is our savior."
Impossibe. Moody thought. Harry Potter killed the darkest wizard ever? His eyes drifted towards the sleeping form of the child. You're a survivor, girl. I know this is not over yet. I'm taking you in. I'm raising you to be a perfect warrior.
Almost everyone thought it was over. However, very few knew that it was just the beginning of the end.
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This is my best story so far. I am not a native English speaker, so there may be a few errors. I am fourteen years old and this story is one of my first tries at writing. Please leave a review.