Chapter 1: The Arrival of a Welcomed Guest

By: Pearls994ever

The cold air engulfed her as she twisted and turned.

I need to get out; I¡¯m not being held back¡­

Struggling, straining to freedom, she burst out, a watery mess into the arms of the face of evil itself. Her little eyes bored into those of HIM, confused and lifeless-like.

¡°Born to a life of doom and sorrow, I¡¯m afraid¡­my dear.¡±

He took a last look to dead woman on the floor, bloody all over from the birth of her precious baby. Carefully, he wrapped the newborn in a cloth and with one last look left the site of his misery, holding an Elizabeth Stacey Potter safely tucked in his cloak.

¡°How long did you think you could keep me here, locked away from my rights and freedom? How much of it did you think I could take? How much longer did you think I could be held back from my powers?¡± Stacey cried out and stared hatefully into the eyes of, who else?, Voldemort. Carelessly she used the restraining hex and threw him into one of the four walls that confined her for so long.

¡°I never expected you to stay forever. That¡¯s why I put emotion into you, you ungrateful bitch! I should have killed you when I killed-¡± Little droplets of crismson fell from the crook that was his nose as he realized he has been hit again. She is so much like her, a fighter in every way.

Getting the wand she stole from him ready, she did the one last thing she thought she could do. ¡°Hazionis¡±, the one single word escaped as a whisper from her delicate lips, his weaken body crumpled to the ground, but only blacked out not dead like she wanted him.

He was always so careful, but not careful enough, he told her things and in the mist of those horrible bedtime stories, she learned the hexes, spells, potions, and other magic she could use. Ever since she knew herself and him, she knew she was not weak and powerless by any means. She had a fire in her, always burning, sometimes a bit low, but never ceased, the fire that was her ability. He never told her that, but she knew, she knew, and now she¡¯s going to use it to her advantage. She¡¯s going to get out of here and find her brother. The one he told her about, Harry Potter. The one who was the only family she had. The one who could possibly love her. The one with the identical scar on his forehead as the one on her arm. Unconsciously, she touched it, and hope seared through her.

Bring me to him¡­we¡¯re connected¡­tell me he¡¯ll be there for me when I need him¡­I need him now. Strangely enough, Stacey rarely talk to herself, even when she was alone and scared. But right now, she felt like she was communicating with him.

She walked pass his body, pass her room, passed the mansion, feeling the vibe getting stronger by each step. Suddenly, she shook, all over, uncontrollably, and then¡­disappeared. Apparated¡­into thin air¡­something only well trained witches and wizards could do. But nothing, nothing is going to stop her. Not even him. He who was her only friend, Kyle. A thought escaped her mind as the magic swirled around her, Gosh, I would definitely miss him.

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Pain passed through his head like nothing he felt before. His scar!!!!!

No, stop the pain! What¡¯s happening?

He was standing at the train station when it happened, Harry can¡¯t bear it any longer, it was too much, he tried to screamed in agony, but he can¡¯t not because of the pain, but because he knew something else was happening. Then, just as sudden as it came, it was gone, but it brought something else with it. Harry carefully opened his once hurt eyes, knowing something or someone would be seen. And there she was. Dark long raven flame blowing across her face, eyes so strangely familiar, and her face, he knew he had seen her before. She looked just like his mom but different in ways, her eyes are exact replicas of his. She took out a small hand and placed it on her chest.

That¡¯s when he saw it, the scar, the exact same scar.

Harry grabbed her arm, surprised, she yelped when lighting pain surged through her. And then it subsided. He said something but she couldn¡¯t hear because she was still recovering from the shock.

¡°Who are you?¡± words escaped his dried lips. He stared at her questioningly, still holding her arm, but it felt right.

Afraid to speak up, but as the warmth brush pass her face from his breath, she felt it too, the sincerity in him. He¡¯s the one person she¡¯s been longing for, for her whole life.

¡°Your sister, I¡¯m your sister.¡±

A/N: Italics (if they work) symbolizes flashbacks and thoughts, if you have not figured out, for those who are slow¡­just kidding!!! This first chapter was not beta-ed cuz she¡¯s currently unavailable, so if there are any mistakes or any parts you don¡¯t understand, just leave me a note (R/R)! Thanks! Oh yea, I¡¯m not one of those authors who write only if there¡¯s however number of reviews, cuz I write for myself as well as others. If you enjoyed it, thank you, if not, tell me about it. I love criticism!