VERY AU!!!!!
A young boy of 13 sat on the floor and reached under the bed and pulled out a box. He opened it and looked at the pictures that aided the articles. The top one of a picture of a little girl around 3 and her father, James Potter. The headline next to it said "Missing: 3 year old Betsy Potter." The next article had a picture of the 3 year old again, "Search for Potter girl ended. Minster of Magic shows no hope of finding her" The rest of the contents were pictures, of the little girl that would be 6 now. The boy closed his green eyes as he remembered that day. He had been nearly 13. Fudge had stopped the search for his baby sister saying it had been three years which proved she was most likely dead. But his parents refused to give up. They had checked every single time a child was found, whether the child was dead or alive. But none of them were the black haired, green eyed 6 year old. None of them were Betsy. "Harry! Lunch!" The boy straightened up and yelled down "Alright Mom! I'll be right there!" He closed the box hurriedly and pushed it under the bed and headed down the stairs. He paused briefly as he passed the room next to his. He opened the door and looked around the room. It was pink and had a pink crib and pink blankets, and little dolls for a mobile. He stepped in slightly and lightly touched the teddy bear in the crib. "HARRY!" "I'm coming!" he yelled back down and hurried out of the room.
25 miles away..
"Malfoy."
"Yes, Master?"
"Take the child to the other hideout, this one is bound to be discovered soon."
"Yes, Master. Shall I stay with her until you arrive along with my comrades."
"Yes, we can't let that brat escape, now can we?"
"No, Master."
THAT NIGHT
"Kid. Kid. Get up!"
"Wha?" mumbled a little girl of 6, clutching a doll.
"Get up. We're moving." The death eater grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged the half-asleep Betsy Potter outside, only pausing to put a black cloak on her that hid her face. They disappeared into the night.
A young boy of 13 sat on the floor and reached under the bed and pulled out a box. He opened it and looked at the pictures that aided the articles. The top one of a picture of a little girl around 3 and her father, James Potter. The headline next to it said "Missing: 3 year old Betsy Potter." The next article had a picture of the 3 year old again, "Search for Potter girl ended. Minster of Magic shows no hope of finding her" The rest of the contents were pictures, of the little girl that would be 6 now. The boy closed his green eyes as he remembered that day. He had been nearly 13. Fudge had stopped the search for his baby sister saying it had been three years which proved she was most likely dead. But his parents refused to give up. They had checked every single time a child was found, whether the child was dead or alive. But none of them were the black haired, green eyed 6 year old. None of them were Betsy. "Harry! Lunch!" The boy straightened up and yelled down "Alright Mom! I'll be right there!" He closed the box hurriedly and pushed it under the bed and headed down the stairs. He paused briefly as he passed the room next to his. He opened the door and looked around the room. It was pink and had a pink crib and pink blankets, and little dolls for a mobile. He stepped in slightly and lightly touched the teddy bear in the crib. "HARRY!" "I'm coming!" he yelled back down and hurried out of the room.
25 miles away..
"Malfoy."
"Yes, Master?"
"Take the child to the other hideout, this one is bound to be discovered soon."
"Yes, Master. Shall I stay with her until you arrive along with my comrades."
"Yes, we can't let that brat escape, now can we?"
"No, Master."
THAT NIGHT
"Kid. Kid. Get up!"
"Wha?" mumbled a little girl of 6, clutching a doll.
"Get up. We're moving." The death eater grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her to her feet and dragged the half-asleep Betsy Potter outside, only pausing to put a black cloak on her that hid her face. They disappeared into the night.