Lin3: FIRST THING I WOULD LIKE TO SAY BEFORE YOU START HITTING ME WITH ROTTEN FRUIT!I'm terribly sorry to say that I have not up dated because I've been moved into foster care and a lot has happened. I'm sorry, I truly am. And I'm trying to get better with spelling, so bare with me. Sorry thanx/ Prolog two Ready or not. A young woman padded down to her fathers chambers, through marble halls as she shivered. Something was wrong, and she knew it.
She had woke with a start, a empty feeling had hung about her and the room was thick with dread-even though she knew not what for.
Once getting to his door, she paused, and leaned against it to listen to the soft mumbling voices that came from inside. "- can't believe it, Lilly," said a choked voice in a room that she knew all too well to be her fathers,"My poor sister." There was a deep intake of breath then, "The children?" A sigh was heard, and a reply soon followed, "I . . Aryanta was still there." There was a gasp and a sharp, "My niece is dead? If the phoenix circle-"
"No worries. That is the good news, I bare," said the second male voice, "Aryanta, other wise known as Harry Potter, has been dubbed the Girl Who Lived. She is the defeater of the dark lord." An uncomfortable silence met all the elves ears, as they all had wide mouths and eyes.
Of course, the young woman couldn't see her fathers, nor his general's eyes-she had identified him as such after figuring out where she had heard the deep melodic voice- and couldn't guess their reactions to such untill the silence was cracked and shattered.
"You mean . . . you mean she. . . my niece is alive?" said her father in a whisper. "Yes," replied the second simply. More silence filled the room. The girl leaned forward in anticipation. "What has happened to her," asked her papa finally. There was a deep sigh and the sound of a chair being pulled out. "I don't know exactly but," another sigh came from the weary general, "The child was taken away from the godfather last minute. I had not heard since of the happenings of what is to become of her." Her pa took an intake of breath. There was a sound of a chair being pulled out and the sound of his shoes lightly scuffing the floor.
Outside an owl hooted, but everything else was silenced. "The Phoenix child is but of legend," whispered the general, "Do you really think that the girl, your youngest niece that is, could pos-" The general stopped, and she was sure her dad had put a hand up to keep the blissful silence. Finally. "Yes. She is, I know. She has the scar. The scar had been on him and now we have both a dark Phoenix and Light," stated her dad.
"But she also is of dark, she has become one-"
"Yes general Brown Bark," said her dad. He sounded so exhausted that she almost opened the door to ask the general to leave her papa be so he could rest.
"Spying now are we?" came a whisper to her right. A very deep amused whisper. Spinning around, she blushed from shame as she saw her fiancé, and turned back after giving him a look that said to be quiet, and to listen too. So, they leaned harder against the door trying to catch snitches of the whispered conversation. "-Order? It has not been decided sir," came the confused voice of Brown Bark.
"Yes. I know, but I'm sure of it! All we need is," a tired sigh came from her dad, and she felt her fiancé's grip tighten on her shoulder, "All we need is my Niece to live and not turn-"
"But sire. We are not totally sure if she will-"
"She will, if given right circumstances." Silence again, and then- "Ugh!" Looking up from their fallen positions in the door, the two spies looked up to the elf, who had his eyebrow raised. "Well I do believe my daughter has taken upon herself to go to spying on her old man!" he laughed, helping them up. Even though he called himself old, he looked only as old as a 40 year old man, if not late 30's. "Um," came her soon to be husband's voice, "He, he. Well yes," he cleared his voice, "I just. . . we just heard you, so..."
"I understand," said the man. "But my chat has ended, general, I do believe both of us need a rest, and tomorrow, we will announce this happy occasion."
Nodding, they tore themselves away from the room all going different ways. Meanwhile, the man remained, staring off into the stars as if asking why he couldn't have his favourite and probably most important niece back.
"My dear unicorn," he whispered. Had he known where she would have been, he would not have been staying there in the decorated room, but would probably ready his men for a warning of a war, and be trying to get her back from the wizard that held her away from him. "Dumbledore," he whispered, "I want my niece back." `

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"And it is said that Sirius black killed 13 people, one being a order member Peter Pettegrew. He had laughed, when found and-" the reporter droned on, while Arabell held the small figure of a Potter in her arms. "Who would of thought," she whispered, as she cradled the young Potter child she wish she could keep as her own.
"Who would of thought."

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Meanwhile, Mr.Dursley watched the same report, scowling as his wife drove her son to bed. "Many had claimed that he had had a long wooden stick that had shot out light, but authorities claim that he had set off explosives. 12 have died, the youngest of them being young Molly, who had protected her dotter, age six, who is now a orphan. On other news . . "
No good for nothing murderer. "No need for them to tell US that HE'S a murderer," he boasted to Petunia, as she entered the room." Just look at that hair! Long and messy!" Petunia nodded sharply sitting beside him.

Petunia Dursley never had thought the loss of her sister would be painful. Heck, she hated her sister, more than anything, because her parents' loved Lilly more than her. Her foster parents.
She sneered at the very thought of it. Yes, Petunia Dursley had been orphaned at the young age of 11. She had arrived at the Evens house to live there. They were abnormal, she concluded, and she hated them all. But, when she had heard that her loving sister had died by murder of a man that had also met his down fall there she felt oddly empty.
Like she 'had' lost something important to her.
Shaking her blond curls, Mrs.Dursley got up, and turned off the T.V "Come on dear," she mumbled sleepily, "tomorrow's a new, and busy day. Anyway you have that order of drills to make." while saying so, she stretched, yawned, and slowly climbed the stairs. They would have to go to sleep early, seeing as how they had baby cries wake them up at night. As Mr. and Mrs.Dursley settled down to sleep, a snowy white owl hooted outside, opened its large wings, flapped them, and flew off into the dark night's sky...
Years later, on that very same night, these advents had been mentioned. The wind rustled the hedges of number four, a cat crept into an ally, while a small girl looked out a window sadly, her luminous emerald green eyes filling with tears. The eyes of a true Evans. ~~~