A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, actually, i'm J.K. Rowling in discuise! yeah right, sure i am *nods*. Ok, anyway, back to the fanfic, not FANfic, it's wierd yet in my previosu year at school we were all set a challenge (in my group o' mates) to write some HP Fic, so here's what i came up with . . . It is set in Harry's sixth year at old Hoggies, lo' the prolouge isn't.

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Prolouge

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'Here's my chance' . . . thought the woman as she stood in the shadows nearby the flaming house. Her face was lit up by the flames of the night, but it was covered by a shawl. She stood, frowning, in the corner. The whole house and grounds were surrounded by dementors. She looked around, they were dragging someone away, he or she was struggeling, but not getting very far. No one escaped the dementors.

As the rest of the dementors made their way away from the flaming household, leaving it burning and leaving everything, open for theives. But this women didn't consider herself a "thief" exactly, she thoguhut of it as her "duty".

Once the last dementor had walked away and disapeared into the dark night the women stood out from the shadows and her face was lit up. She had hazel eyes and black hair framed her tanned face. She grinned to herself, now the house and it's possesions were hers.

Eventually, the flames died down, and burried themselves intot the ground, they had been a five minute lasting spell to keep muggles away which the woman thought stupid because the beings seemed to be attracted to the flames . . . She made her way round to the back of the house, walking swiftly and quietly. When she saw the back door she opened it and listened to it's dying creak as she entered the old now burnt out house.

In the distance she heard exactly what she wanted to hear. A muffled baby's cry . . . She followed the noise until it led her to a small now smokey room where uner a pile of pillows lay a small child. It's crying stopped when the women looked down at it. She put her arms around it and picked it up, "Aww, no i'm not a thief at all, just dowing my duty, eh? Little Angel" she smiled down at the baby, she seemed to know.

The baby started to cry roughly again and in the distance the woman heard muggle transport sirens and shouts. Quickely she couvered the child's mouth and ran out of the house. Cradeling her in her arms as she ran off, escpaing the muggles into the night . . .