The Story of a Girl

by LizzyBooks

Phoebe was adopted. That is the story every child was told, but not Phoebe. She was told that her parents died and the Headmaster decided to drop her off on the porch of an unsuspecting wizarding family. They had no idea what to do with her except to raise her and send her off to Hogwarts. But, what they didn't know was that Phoebe had better memory of what happened to her parents.

1. Ch 1: Prologue

The Start of Our Story

Phoebe watched from the closet as her mother set her brother down in his crib and got on her knees. She looked at him with loving eyes and said, "Momma loves you, harry. Momma, Dada, and Sissy. We all love you to pieces." Then she came over to the closet and opened the door. "Phoebs, promise you'll stay here?" Her mother's voice was really serious and she had tears in her eyes.

Phoebe nodded.

"Good. Now, something very bad is going to happen, but you can't look, okay, baby?" Phoebe nodded again.

"Remember that your dad and I love you very much." She hugged Phoebe as if it would be the last time. "Wish you luck with your life. And take care of your brother."

Then her mother set her down and closed the closet door, leaving a sliver open for Phoebe to look through. Almost instantly, the door to the nursery burst open and a sound like a hyena resounded throughout the room. Her mother got on her knees as a man stepped into view.

"Please, not Harry. Take me instead. Not Harry, please, not Harry."

But the man just continued laughing. Then he shouted something intelligible to Phoebe and a bright green light shown through the room and the world dissolved into darkness. And in the distance, Phoebe could hear her brother, crying and calling out for their mother and father. Calling out for her. But she couldn't do anything about it. Because the world than exploded around her.

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Hey, guys. Thought i should start writing, I got bored.

Hope you enjoyed, and please comment what you think (if you want to see more.)