1 Chapter 2: The Missing Baby

With Harry, struggling to get out from underneath the clothes, Amanda just sat there, sobbing. Even though she was only a baby, she was very smart, and she knew her parents were dead. Harry, however, didn't know, and waited for his mom to come and take him out and feed him supper.

Ten minutes later, Hagrid came by to pick up Harry and Amanda. So did Sirius, just hearing what happened to his best friend. They both searched the house, both looking away when they saw James lying there, dead. They heard a sudden wail from upstairs and quickly tried to find which room it came from. They finally reached Lily's room, and walked through the broke down door. They both flinched again when they saw Lily on the bed, dead also. They knew instantly, that the only place left to look was the closet. With the door already open, the only one they saw was Harry. "He must have taken her," said Sirius, "there is no other place she can be. Listen, I need you to take my motorcycle, and take Harry to a place he can stay warm, I will find Voldemort and get Amanda back." Hagrid agreed and left, sobbing. Sirius went searching for Peter. He knew if Voldemort forced him to tell where the Potter's lived, he could force him to find out where Voldemort is.

When Harry was left at the Dursleys doorstep, his life was continued as a slave. Amanda, however, was still in the closet, under the clothes. Two weeks had past by, and she almost died of starvation. That day, however, someone came to inspect the house, and planned on buying it. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were very rich, but if they bought the house, they would be much, much poorer. When they went upstairs, they heard a sudden cry. The landlord immediately ran to the room it was coming from and realized it was coming from the closet. Luckily, Sirius had removed the body a week earlier or he would be scared out of his wits. The landlord dug the closet to see what it was and pulled out a baby no later than a year and a half. Mrs. Granger walked in and looked amazed. "How cute," she said, "is she yours?" "No," he replied, "I don't know who's it is.