A/N: Something to keep me occupied. I got the idea while I was doing my
english homework. Let me tell you, that boring stuff combined with fresh
fried chicken is not a good combination. Hehehe (
Dislcaimer: Okay, these things get a little annoying after a while, so I'm only saying this once: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! THAT WOULD BE JK ROWLING AND I DON'T THINK YOU CRAZY PEOPLE SHOULD TRY TO SUE ME CUZ I ONLY HAVE A QUARTER ANYWAY!
Chapter 1- The Beginning
Two years ago.
Harry stared up at the burning building in front of him. Why did so many innocent people have to die? Why did so many lives have to be ruined?
But like Hagrid had said, it was only the beginning and they had to face it full force, or Volvemort would just win. Was it only weeks ago that he had said this, or had it been mere days ago? Harry had lost track.
He stared around looking for the man- no the 'thing'- that was responsible for this whole mess. He was torturing a helpless child of a family who had refused to join him. Harry had personally been witness to the rest of her family's deaths. She only looked to be about nine. There was a long black cut down the side of her ribcage, almost like she'd been stabbed. She was screaming and crying for help, but Voldemort just wouldn't stop.
Harry burned with rage. How could someone be so heartless, so cruel? He walked over and forced the curse off the child. Voldemort faced him.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the famous Potter." It was more than a statement than a question.
"Fuck off." Harry said back. He didn't want to confront Voldemort now. He wasn't strong enough, and the child in his was dieing slowly. She needed help and fast. The rest of her family was dead and she had no one. She carried the child in the remains of the house and pulled some floo powder out of a bag in his pocket. He tossed it in the flames and shouted, "Hogwarts!"
~~**~~
Harry stumbled into Dumbledore's office and the aging wizard looked up at him.
"Ah, hello Harry- What happened?"
"Voldemort- killed- family." Harry got out gasping for breath.
"Oh my, let's take her to the hospital wing."
"Yes sir." Harry said.
Once they reached the Hospital Wing and Madame Pomfrey had successfully cleaned Harry up and given him a large amount of KariM's chocolate and had moved on to study the child's case, Dumbledore asked Harry a question.
"Harry, do you know who this is?"
"Yes sir." Harry said with a pained expression. He remembered vividly her mother's dying words. "Her name is Claidissa Panther. Her mother begged me to take care of her. She told me not to let 'them' get her."
Dumbledore's eyes widened two notches, but he only nodded, and said nothing.
"Sir," Harry said hesitantly, "If you don't mind me asking, is this child of someimportance to the wizarding world?"
"The only one who will ever know the answer to that is her sister who is unreachable at the moment. We should be able to make contact with her within the next two years. But aside from that, I do believe that this child needs a home, she may stay here, there are enough adults to keep her in line. Madame Pomfrey, what is her current situation?"
Madame Pomfrey turned from the child with a grim expression. "She was stabbed with a knife Professor. Aparently that knife had a deathy poison on it, she was very close to death, but I brought her back. She will be in a coma for days, and that scar will stay forever."
"Thank you Madame. Harry, follow me, there are somethings that we need to discuss."
A/N: I know, it was a little short, but you'll have to forgive me, I promise the next chapter will be longer. ( And I won't continue this until I get some reviews, at least two!
Dislcaimer: Okay, these things get a little annoying after a while, so I'm only saying this once: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! THAT WOULD BE JK ROWLING AND I DON'T THINK YOU CRAZY PEOPLE SHOULD TRY TO SUE ME CUZ I ONLY HAVE A QUARTER ANYWAY!
Chapter 1- The Beginning
Two years ago.
Harry stared up at the burning building in front of him. Why did so many innocent people have to die? Why did so many lives have to be ruined?
But like Hagrid had said, it was only the beginning and they had to face it full force, or Volvemort would just win. Was it only weeks ago that he had said this, or had it been mere days ago? Harry had lost track.
He stared around looking for the man- no the 'thing'- that was responsible for this whole mess. He was torturing a helpless child of a family who had refused to join him. Harry had personally been witness to the rest of her family's deaths. She only looked to be about nine. There was a long black cut down the side of her ribcage, almost like she'd been stabbed. She was screaming and crying for help, but Voldemort just wouldn't stop.
Harry burned with rage. How could someone be so heartless, so cruel? He walked over and forced the curse off the child. Voldemort faced him.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the famous Potter." It was more than a statement than a question.
"Fuck off." Harry said back. He didn't want to confront Voldemort now. He wasn't strong enough, and the child in his was dieing slowly. She needed help and fast. The rest of her family was dead and she had no one. She carried the child in the remains of the house and pulled some floo powder out of a bag in his pocket. He tossed it in the flames and shouted, "Hogwarts!"
~~**~~
Harry stumbled into Dumbledore's office and the aging wizard looked up at him.
"Ah, hello Harry- What happened?"
"Voldemort- killed- family." Harry got out gasping for breath.
"Oh my, let's take her to the hospital wing."
"Yes sir." Harry said.
Once they reached the Hospital Wing and Madame Pomfrey had successfully cleaned Harry up and given him a large amount of KariM's chocolate and had moved on to study the child's case, Dumbledore asked Harry a question.
"Harry, do you know who this is?"
"Yes sir." Harry said with a pained expression. He remembered vividly her mother's dying words. "Her name is Claidissa Panther. Her mother begged me to take care of her. She told me not to let 'them' get her."
Dumbledore's eyes widened two notches, but he only nodded, and said nothing.
"Sir," Harry said hesitantly, "If you don't mind me asking, is this child of someimportance to the wizarding world?"
"The only one who will ever know the answer to that is her sister who is unreachable at the moment. We should be able to make contact with her within the next two years. But aside from that, I do believe that this child needs a home, she may stay here, there are enough adults to keep her in line. Madame Pomfrey, what is her current situation?"
Madame Pomfrey turned from the child with a grim expression. "She was stabbed with a knife Professor. Aparently that knife had a deathy poison on it, she was very close to death, but I brought her back. She will be in a coma for days, and that scar will stay forever."
"Thank you Madame. Harry, follow me, there are somethings that we need to discuss."
A/N: I know, it was a little short, but you'll have to forgive me, I promise the next chapter will be longer. ( And I won't continue this until I get some reviews, at least two!