The Girl Who Lived
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Chapter 1 - Prologue
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It was a gloomy evening and Albus Dumbledore was heading towards the forest in which lay the homely little cottage of Beatrice Trelawney, hidden amongst the humongous oak and birch trees.
Dumbledore had had quite a mysterious dream last night. In the dream, he had been told by a spirit to make a visit to Trelawney's cottage because she had something of great significance to tell him. Dumbledore wondered whether she had another prophecy to tell him. After all, it had been no other than Beatrice Trelawney who had made the prophecy about the Dark Lord coming to power.
Amidst some light pink rose bushes and absolutely crimson apple trees, Albus Dumbledore found Trelawney's cottage and knocked several times on the wooden door. No one answered the door, so he decided to let himself in, she had after all been his best friend since first year at Hogwarts. He came into the cozy looking living room, lit by the warm, cackling fireplace, and his eyes, resting behind his half moon spectacles instantly fell upon Beatrice Trelawney's worn-out, old figure resting on a murky grey armchair, knitting a sock.
Dumbledore's memories drifted to all the jubilant times they had spent together at Hogwarts, Somehow, after leaving Hogwarts the two of them had drifted apart. "Those were the times," Dumbledore thought to himself, "The good old days."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Albus! How are you dear friend?" Trelawney greeted him when she noticed his tall figure standing near the doorway.
"Fine, thank you Beatrice, and how about you?"
"Everything's fine Albus! I am thoroughly surprised to see you this evening, what brings you here?" Trelawney asked, raising her eyebrows, her thick oval shaped glasses slightly sliding down her unimaginably straight nose. Pushing them back up, she added, "Please, have a seat, make yourself comfortable." She smiled warmly at him. Returning her smile, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair opposite Trelawney's. As soon as he had sat down, she spoke again, "Is it my daughter Sybil?"
"Oh no, Sybil is fine," Dumbledore stated a matter-of-factly. "I came here for a different reason Beatrice."
"Oh," Beatrice cocked an eyebrow, "And what's that?"
"Well, I just wanted to see my dear friend again," Dumbledore shrugged. "It has been quite a while you know."
"Yes it has, hasn't it?" Trelawney sighed. "I still remember the amusing times we had in Hogwarts," she remarked with a faraway look in her eyes as she gazed absentmindedly at the glowing fireplace.
"Beatrice, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Dumbledore posed, "Anything you would like to tell me?"
"Well, not that I can think of, no."
"Are you sure?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, I suppose so, why?" Trelawney asked pursing her lips in suspicion.
"Just concerned about you," said Dumbledore, "That's all."
"Albus, my life does not contain anything at the moment that should worry anyone," she sighed, "Actually, I feel quite helpless and weak sitting here on a dilapidated armchair, nothing to keep me busy."
"Beatrice, we are not young as we used to be."
"Yes, I know that, but the Dark Lord is doing such terrible things and there's nothing I can do to stop him," Trelawney said, "Nothing at all, and that's why I feel so depressed and weak and – and –" she stopped abruptly. Trelawney's eyes glazed over and she went into a trance. In a monotonous and deep voice, she spoke, "A prophecy shall be made tonight."
Dumbledore's eyes widened and he encouraged her, "Go on."
"Two boys shall be born in the month of July, one of whom will be powerful enough to defeat the Dark Lord. He shall be born to the parents, Aurors, who have defeated the Dark Lord thrice."
"Tell me more Beatrice," Dumbledore edged her on.
"Yes, this boy will have the power to defeat the Dark Lord. However, the boy can not conquer the Dark Lord alone. He will have to be aided by the maiden with raven black hair, eyes that mirror the ocean and a name that denotes 'The Dark Goddess Of Energy'. Only together shall they defeat the Dark Lord, once and for all-"
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the direction of the kitchen. "Stay where you are!" Dumbledore ordered before rushing in the direction of the kitchen. He was just in time to see a man with a Dark Mark etched across his arm apparate away with a loud bang. "That most definitely was a Death Eater!" Dumbledore thought to himself worriedly, as the wizard who had apparated away had had the Dark Mark on his arm. Dumbledore slowly started to realize that it a Death Eater had just heard the prophecy, that would mean that Voldemort would know. He knew that the first thing Voldemort would do was to try and kill both the boy and the girl. Dumbledore rushed back to Trelawney wanting to know more about this maiden who was to aid the boy. Dumbledore had an idea on who the boy might be, but not the girl.
Upon entering the living room, he asked Trelawney, "Beatrice, can you tell me more about this maiden?"
Dumbledore was slightly disappointed when Trelawney replied, "I can not say much more, the only thing I can say is that the girl lives in a foreign land, far, far away and there is no way on Earth that she can be destroyed, especially not by the Dark Lord." Trelawney came out of her trance, frowning slightly, she asked, "Are you all right Albus?"
Dumbledore replied, "Yes, I am fine Beatrice," he got up from the armchair he had been sitting on and continued, "I must get going now, good-bye Beatrice, I shall see you again."
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore apparated into his office in Hogwarts. Pacing the rich, burgundy colored carpeted floor, he wondered when he should tell James and Lily Potter and the Longbottoms to go into hiding. They would also need a secret keeper.
Flopping onto his maroon colored armchair, Dumbledore gazed at the fireplace. Voldemort most certainly would try to destroy one of the two boys. Dumbledore had a very queer feeling that Voldemort would be going for the Potter boy, he did not know why he felt this way but decided to fix the Potters with a secret keeper as soon as possible.
Dumbledore wasn't very worried about the girl, as in the prophecy, it was stated that she could not be killed. Since the girl lived in a foreign land, it would be difficult for Voldemort to find her.
However, little did Albus Dumbledore know that right at that moment, Voldemort was calling his Death Eaters to search far and wide for the girl in the prophecy, as he already knew where to find the boy......
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Arya Karter clutched the bundle of cloth in which her baby lay sleeping, tighter to her chest. The hooded figure was coming closer and closer....."Go away!" she cried helplessly.
"Give me the baby, and I will," was the cold reply of the Dark Lord.
"Never!" Arya yelled, edging backwards, step by step.
Voldemort followed suit, stepping closer and closer. "You must!" he hissed and took out his wand.
"She is my only baby girl and I'll never give her to you!"
"Oh yes you will! You will obey me! I am the Dark Lord!" Voldemort shouted shrilly at Arya, making every single hair on her body stand up still.
Arya shivered, stepping backwards, she stammered, "You will NOT have my m-m- my baby!" she spat at him in all her anger.
"You will pay for that!" Voldemort's eyes flashed red and his face had a monstrous expression upon it. As quick as lightning, he grabbed the bay out of Arya's tight grasp.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Arya screamed trying to pull her baby back. Voldemort held the bay out of Arya's reach and with his wand, conjured up a spell which sent Arya flying into the wall. Hitting it with a thud, Arya slid onto the floor. The Dark Lord send some ropes flying in her direction which bound themselves around Arya tight enough to strangle her as she struggled to get free. "Please, don't take Kali! Take me instead! Please!" Arya cried and as the ropes bound her even tighter, she rasped, "Don't hurt my baby....my precious...please!"
The Dark Lord laughed like a hyena, listening to Arya's helpless pleas. His eyes flashed once again and he pointed his wand at baby Kali. Ignoring Arya's screams and howls, he cried out, "Avada –"
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"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Arya screamed as she fell off of her bed and onto the icy cold tiled floor. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking around frantically. Arya heard her baby crying and feeling relieved and frightened at the same time, she ran down the small corridor and into the baby's nursery. She made her way to the baby's cot, scattering toys across the floor with her feet.
When she got there, she let out a deep sigh of relief and picked up the bawling baby Kali. "There, there, my sweet, don't cry little one, mommy's here now," Arya soothed her child with soft cooing sounds and when Kali drifted off into a soundless sleep again, Arya tiptoed across the room and hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk for her daughter.
While the bottle of milk was being heated, flashes of the dream and echoes of the Dark Lord's chilling laughter came back to her and she trembled in fear. Arya knew that Voldemort was the Dark Lord, the one who had sent Death Eaters to kill her husband. How she had loathed Voldemort for doing what he had done. She missed Sandro terribly. Arya knew that no one could ever replace her darling Sandro.
A tear trickled down Arya's cheek as she reminisced all the wonderful times they'd had together. She wished Sandro was here with her, at that moment. He would have definitely known how to cheer her up.
Arya thrust the door of the fridge back so hard that the sound echoed throughout the kitchen and made the glasses on the table vibrate and rattle lightly. She just couldn't understand why Voldemort had killed her husband Sandro and now the Dark Lord wanted to kill her daughter Kali as well.
Arya took the heated bottle of milk and went upstairs into the nursery. Taking baby Kali out of her cot, she took her and sat down on the little sofa. Placing the teat of the bottle in her daughters mouth, she let her drink.
Arya knew that her dream was something that was to be in the future. She only had this type of dream rarely. Recalling that she had had such a dream about her husband and a few days later, he had been killed, Arya knew that she had to do something this time. She couldn't lose her only baby.
With that thought in mind, she got dressed in the speed of lightning, dressed her Kali and the two of them gave a visit to her grandmothers house which was well hidden in the enchanted forest of Feronia. Arya had decided that she would leave her baby with her mother in law, as she knew that was the only place that baby Kali would be safe.
She talked it over with her mother in law. Sandro's mother had promised that she would look after Kali like she was her own child. Arya could tell that her mother in law adored Kali. Kali was her grandchild after all.
Arya kissed her baby girl goodbye and held her tight. "I love you my sweet baby girl, I always will!" she whispered before handing her over to her grandmother and walking out of the forest. A single tear ran down her face. She did not know that this would be the last time she would ever see her darling daughter.
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It had been a week since her horrible dream and Arya sat on her leather couch having second thoughts about leaving her daughter with her husbands mother. Maybe it was just a nightmare. Maybe it would never happen.
Suddenly her door blasted open and a man in a hooded robe glided in. Arya Karter jumped up from her spot on the sofa and pinched herself to see whether this was a dream or reality. It was reality she realized when the pain of her hard pinch made her yelp. This man was the exact man that was in her dream. No this could not be happening. But he would never find Kali! Never!
"I am Lord Voldemort, and I have come to take the child!" the dark lord hissed at her. "Where is she?"
"I'll never let you have her! You, you, you monster! You made those death eaters kill my husband!" she sobbed. "How could you?"
"I can do many terrible things, it is no surprise to anyone," Voldemort jeered, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Now I shall ask you one last time, where is the damned baby?!!!?" he shouted making Arya shake with fright.
"I will never tell you where she is! Never!" she yelled back at him bravely.
"So be it," Voldemort declared, before taking out his wand, pointing it at her and shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
Before she could get her wand out, the spell had hit her and Arya fell in a heap onto the cold tiled black floor. A pool of blood starting to surround her head.
"I will kill that girl if it's the last thing I do!" Voldemort hissed to himself before leaving the Karter house.
Little did he know that he wouldn't find Kali, let alone be able to kill her.
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A/N: Well, that was the first chapter.
Please read and review and tell me if you like it!
I'm always open for advice and suggestions!
REVIEW REVIEW!!!
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Chapter 1 - Prologue
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It was a gloomy evening and Albus Dumbledore was heading towards the forest in which lay the homely little cottage of Beatrice Trelawney, hidden amongst the humongous oak and birch trees.
Dumbledore had had quite a mysterious dream last night. In the dream, he had been told by a spirit to make a visit to Trelawney's cottage because she had something of great significance to tell him. Dumbledore wondered whether she had another prophecy to tell him. After all, it had been no other than Beatrice Trelawney who had made the prophecy about the Dark Lord coming to power.
Amidst some light pink rose bushes and absolutely crimson apple trees, Albus Dumbledore found Trelawney's cottage and knocked several times on the wooden door. No one answered the door, so he decided to let himself in, she had after all been his best friend since first year at Hogwarts. He came into the cozy looking living room, lit by the warm, cackling fireplace, and his eyes, resting behind his half moon spectacles instantly fell upon Beatrice Trelawney's worn-out, old figure resting on a murky grey armchair, knitting a sock.
Dumbledore's memories drifted to all the jubilant times they had spent together at Hogwarts, Somehow, after leaving Hogwarts the two of them had drifted apart. "Those were the times," Dumbledore thought to himself, "The good old days."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah, Albus! How are you dear friend?" Trelawney greeted him when she noticed his tall figure standing near the doorway.
"Fine, thank you Beatrice, and how about you?"
"Everything's fine Albus! I am thoroughly surprised to see you this evening, what brings you here?" Trelawney asked, raising her eyebrows, her thick oval shaped glasses slightly sliding down her unimaginably straight nose. Pushing them back up, she added, "Please, have a seat, make yourself comfortable." She smiled warmly at him. Returning her smile, Dumbledore sat down in the armchair opposite Trelawney's. As soon as he had sat down, she spoke again, "Is it my daughter Sybil?"
"Oh no, Sybil is fine," Dumbledore stated a matter-of-factly. "I came here for a different reason Beatrice."
"Oh," Beatrice cocked an eyebrow, "And what's that?"
"Well, I just wanted to see my dear friend again," Dumbledore shrugged. "It has been quite a while you know."
"Yes it has, hasn't it?" Trelawney sighed. "I still remember the amusing times we had in Hogwarts," she remarked with a faraway look in her eyes as she gazed absentmindedly at the glowing fireplace.
"Beatrice, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Dumbledore posed, "Anything you would like to tell me?"
"Well, not that I can think of, no."
"Are you sure?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes, I suppose so, why?" Trelawney asked pursing her lips in suspicion.
"Just concerned about you," said Dumbledore, "That's all."
"Albus, my life does not contain anything at the moment that should worry anyone," she sighed, "Actually, I feel quite helpless and weak sitting here on a dilapidated armchair, nothing to keep me busy."
"Beatrice, we are not young as we used to be."
"Yes, I know that, but the Dark Lord is doing such terrible things and there's nothing I can do to stop him," Trelawney said, "Nothing at all, and that's why I feel so depressed and weak and – and –" she stopped abruptly. Trelawney's eyes glazed over and she went into a trance. In a monotonous and deep voice, she spoke, "A prophecy shall be made tonight."
Dumbledore's eyes widened and he encouraged her, "Go on."
"Two boys shall be born in the month of July, one of whom will be powerful enough to defeat the Dark Lord. He shall be born to the parents, Aurors, who have defeated the Dark Lord thrice."
"Tell me more Beatrice," Dumbledore edged her on.
"Yes, this boy will have the power to defeat the Dark Lord. However, the boy can not conquer the Dark Lord alone. He will have to be aided by the maiden with raven black hair, eyes that mirror the ocean and a name that denotes 'The Dark Goddess Of Energy'. Only together shall they defeat the Dark Lord, once and for all-"
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the direction of the kitchen. "Stay where you are!" Dumbledore ordered before rushing in the direction of the kitchen. He was just in time to see a man with a Dark Mark etched across his arm apparate away with a loud bang. "That most definitely was a Death Eater!" Dumbledore thought to himself worriedly, as the wizard who had apparated away had had the Dark Mark on his arm. Dumbledore slowly started to realize that it a Death Eater had just heard the prophecy, that would mean that Voldemort would know. He knew that the first thing Voldemort would do was to try and kill both the boy and the girl. Dumbledore rushed back to Trelawney wanting to know more about this maiden who was to aid the boy. Dumbledore had an idea on who the boy might be, but not the girl.
Upon entering the living room, he asked Trelawney, "Beatrice, can you tell me more about this maiden?"
Dumbledore was slightly disappointed when Trelawney replied, "I can not say much more, the only thing I can say is that the girl lives in a foreign land, far, far away and there is no way on Earth that she can be destroyed, especially not by the Dark Lord." Trelawney came out of her trance, frowning slightly, she asked, "Are you all right Albus?"
Dumbledore replied, "Yes, I am fine Beatrice," he got up from the armchair he had been sitting on and continued, "I must get going now, good-bye Beatrice, I shall see you again."
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore apparated into his office in Hogwarts. Pacing the rich, burgundy colored carpeted floor, he wondered when he should tell James and Lily Potter and the Longbottoms to go into hiding. They would also need a secret keeper.
Flopping onto his maroon colored armchair, Dumbledore gazed at the fireplace. Voldemort most certainly would try to destroy one of the two boys. Dumbledore had a very queer feeling that Voldemort would be going for the Potter boy, he did not know why he felt this way but decided to fix the Potters with a secret keeper as soon as possible.
Dumbledore wasn't very worried about the girl, as in the prophecy, it was stated that she could not be killed. Since the girl lived in a foreign land, it would be difficult for Voldemort to find her.
However, little did Albus Dumbledore know that right at that moment, Voldemort was calling his Death Eaters to search far and wide for the girl in the prophecy, as he already knew where to find the boy......
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Arya Karter clutched the bundle of cloth in which her baby lay sleeping, tighter to her chest. The hooded figure was coming closer and closer....."Go away!" she cried helplessly.
"Give me the baby, and I will," was the cold reply of the Dark Lord.
"Never!" Arya yelled, edging backwards, step by step.
Voldemort followed suit, stepping closer and closer. "You must!" he hissed and took out his wand.
"She is my only baby girl and I'll never give her to you!"
"Oh yes you will! You will obey me! I am the Dark Lord!" Voldemort shouted shrilly at Arya, making every single hair on her body stand up still.
Arya shivered, stepping backwards, she stammered, "You will NOT have my m-m- my baby!" she spat at him in all her anger.
"You will pay for that!" Voldemort's eyes flashed red and his face had a monstrous expression upon it. As quick as lightning, he grabbed the bay out of Arya's tight grasp.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Arya screamed trying to pull her baby back. Voldemort held the bay out of Arya's reach and with his wand, conjured up a spell which sent Arya flying into the wall. Hitting it with a thud, Arya slid onto the floor. The Dark Lord send some ropes flying in her direction which bound themselves around Arya tight enough to strangle her as she struggled to get free. "Please, don't take Kali! Take me instead! Please!" Arya cried and as the ropes bound her even tighter, she rasped, "Don't hurt my baby....my precious...please!"
The Dark Lord laughed like a hyena, listening to Arya's helpless pleas. His eyes flashed once again and he pointed his wand at baby Kali. Ignoring Arya's screams and howls, he cried out, "Avada –"
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"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Arya screamed as she fell off of her bed and onto the icy cold tiled floor. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking around frantically. Arya heard her baby crying and feeling relieved and frightened at the same time, she ran down the small corridor and into the baby's nursery. She made her way to the baby's cot, scattering toys across the floor with her feet.
When she got there, she let out a deep sigh of relief and picked up the bawling baby Kali. "There, there, my sweet, don't cry little one, mommy's here now," Arya soothed her child with soft cooing sounds and when Kali drifted off into a soundless sleep again, Arya tiptoed across the room and hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen to heat up a bottle of milk for her daughter.
While the bottle of milk was being heated, flashes of the dream and echoes of the Dark Lord's chilling laughter came back to her and she trembled in fear. Arya knew that Voldemort was the Dark Lord, the one who had sent Death Eaters to kill her husband. How she had loathed Voldemort for doing what he had done. She missed Sandro terribly. Arya knew that no one could ever replace her darling Sandro.
A tear trickled down Arya's cheek as she reminisced all the wonderful times they'd had together. She wished Sandro was here with her, at that moment. He would have definitely known how to cheer her up.
Arya thrust the door of the fridge back so hard that the sound echoed throughout the kitchen and made the glasses on the table vibrate and rattle lightly. She just couldn't understand why Voldemort had killed her husband Sandro and now the Dark Lord wanted to kill her daughter Kali as well.
Arya took the heated bottle of milk and went upstairs into the nursery. Taking baby Kali out of her cot, she took her and sat down on the little sofa. Placing the teat of the bottle in her daughters mouth, she let her drink.
Arya knew that her dream was something that was to be in the future. She only had this type of dream rarely. Recalling that she had had such a dream about her husband and a few days later, he had been killed, Arya knew that she had to do something this time. She couldn't lose her only baby.
With that thought in mind, she got dressed in the speed of lightning, dressed her Kali and the two of them gave a visit to her grandmothers house which was well hidden in the enchanted forest of Feronia. Arya had decided that she would leave her baby with her mother in law, as she knew that was the only place that baby Kali would be safe.
She talked it over with her mother in law. Sandro's mother had promised that she would look after Kali like she was her own child. Arya could tell that her mother in law adored Kali. Kali was her grandchild after all.
Arya kissed her baby girl goodbye and held her tight. "I love you my sweet baby girl, I always will!" she whispered before handing her over to her grandmother and walking out of the forest. A single tear ran down her face. She did not know that this would be the last time she would ever see her darling daughter.
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It had been a week since her horrible dream and Arya sat on her leather couch having second thoughts about leaving her daughter with her husbands mother. Maybe it was just a nightmare. Maybe it would never happen.
Suddenly her door blasted open and a man in a hooded robe glided in. Arya Karter jumped up from her spot on the sofa and pinched herself to see whether this was a dream or reality. It was reality she realized when the pain of her hard pinch made her yelp. This man was the exact man that was in her dream. No this could not be happening. But he would never find Kali! Never!
"I am Lord Voldemort, and I have come to take the child!" the dark lord hissed at her. "Where is she?"
"I'll never let you have her! You, you, you monster! You made those death eaters kill my husband!" she sobbed. "How could you?"
"I can do many terrible things, it is no surprise to anyone," Voldemort jeered, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Now I shall ask you one last time, where is the damned baby?!!!?" he shouted making Arya shake with fright.
"I will never tell you where she is! Never!" she yelled back at him bravely.
"So be it," Voldemort declared, before taking out his wand, pointing it at her and shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"
Before she could get her wand out, the spell had hit her and Arya fell in a heap onto the cold tiled black floor. A pool of blood starting to surround her head.
"I will kill that girl if it's the last thing I do!" Voldemort hissed to himself before leaving the Karter house.
Little did he know that he wouldn't find Kali, let alone be able to kill her.
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A/N: Well, that was the first chapter.
Please read and review and tell me if you like it!
I'm always open for advice and suggestions!
REVIEW REVIEW!!!
