The Continuing Scar

Chapter One

Black

There are many stories that are passed down year from year century to century and one of those stories is the remarkable tale of Harry Potter, the boy who lived. However many do not know the story of Daisy Potter, his twin sister.

Our story begins a dark and dreary night far away from the prying eyes of muggles…

"Sirius?" Mrs. Fatima Smudge yelled at she knocked on the door of her next door neighbor Sirius Black.

"Move over Fatima. I'll knock the door in…he has to know what happened to James and Lily." Mr. Morris Smudge propelled his body into the door, the door wasn't moving. Morris took his wand out and whispered "Alohomora" the door unlocked and quickly swung open. Up stairs they could hear the crying of a baby.

"I didn't know Sirius had a child." Fatima whispered as she looked around for any signs of their neighbor.

"I don't think he does." Morris said frowning, "Come on we better have a look." He grabbed his wife's hand and the two of them headed up the stairs. As they got closer and closer the baby's cries grew louder. Morris looked out the window, Sirius's motorcycle was gone, "I guess he isn't home." They walked into the bedroom to see a little bundle of a little girl lying on the bed, screaming as blood washed over the little girls face…a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt etched on her forehead.

"O poor little dear." Fatima whispered, picking up the little girl and dapping away the blood. "I wonder why Sirius would leave her…he's not the type to forget about his responsibilities." She said as she stroked the little girls red hair, "The little one couldn't be more then a year old."

"Sirius must of heard about the Potters before we did…he might have gone to help?"

"Yes that's probably it…poor man would do anything for his godson…I bet the three of them are battling you know who right now!"

"That's the spirit dear! Well I guess we'll just take the child home with us until Sirius comes back."

"O look Morris she has a little necklace on! How adorable!"

"What does it say dear?"

"Daisy…" Fatima said as she squinted at the locket, "My that must be her name…how splendid." The Smudges left Sirius's home carrying their little bundle in their arms. They would wait for Sirius Black at their home…where it was safe.

However Sirius never did return…hours turned into days, days into weeks, and weeks into months. The Daily Prophet said that Sirius Black was responsible of the deaths of Lily and James Potter, he betrayed them…the Smudges knew that was not so, he loved the Potters like his own family. He would never betray them, they figured that the little girl they found at Sirius's home must be his child, so they took her in as their own calling her Daisy Black. And Daisy grew up with the dear Mr. and Mrs. Smudge, who over the years she began to call mummy and daddy.

When Daisy was eight she asked her Mummy about her true parents, Fatima just told her that she didn't know who her mother was but her father was the kindest man she had ever known and she was sure that he loved her dearly.

When Daisy was nine she asked her Daddy what happened to her father, he told her he had been convicted of betraying Lily and James Potter. Naturally like everyone else, Daisy had grown up hearing about Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who defeated he who must not be named after you know who killed his parents. But over the years Daisy became occupied, you see the Smudges began having children of their own Gerald was their first then a year latter Sicily. Daisy grew up…always wondering about her true parents, that is until her eleventh birthday. A letter arrived in the mail. It was addressed to Daisy Potter…not knowing who that was she handed the letter to her parents. Frowning the opened it and gasped at the contents. They explained to the girl what it meant.

"My dear you've been accepted to Hogwarts."

"That's good isn't it?"
"Yes dear, but you unfortunately can't go their yet…but you will study here."

"Why?"

"We will explain when you are older."

Years went by and Daisy turned fifteen and as usually another letter arrived in the mail, her parents opened it with shaking hands like every year before it, but this time they smiled they showed the letter to her…on the very first page in curvy green scrawl were the words…

It is time

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