Chapter 1 The Mysterious Girl

Lacerta's POV

It happened 10 years ago. My parents were killed, and my little brother Harry survived. I was only 7 at that time.

I still remembered it when my godfather Sirius came back to the house and told me that my parents were dead and Harry was brought to his muggle relatives.

Yes, I was living with him when Dumbledore told them about the prophecy. My parents sent me there. They wanted to keep me safely out of Voldemort's way if he went to Godric's hollow.

I went to Number 12, Grimmald place after my birthday, August 1st. I remember waving to him at the doorway. He was holding his toy broomstick and I was holding mine.

After hearing the news, I was filled with sadness. My parents… dead… I still remembered myself, a little girl only with a 1 year old little brother, crying into her pillows. My eyes still remained puffy and red the next day. My godfather attempted to make me laugh until finally, I managed to smile.

When the sadness passed, anger came. Harry, my little brother, go and live with muggles?! It was infuriating!

"Why can't he come to Grimmald place?!" I shouted furiously, "Why can't he come and live with you and me?!"

Sirius grimaced, "Dumbledore thought that it was better for him to stay with them. And since the protection stays within that house, if he comes here, then it will be unsafe for him when Voldemort comes."

I sighed, and started to eat.

Remembering it now, it seemed a long way away.