Marinda Potter quietly ran through the corridor, past the Great Hall and up the switching steps. Her chestnut brown hair flowed behind her. Her glasses wobbled warningly on her nose, as they were about to fall. She had gorgeous green eyes, like her father. She walked up to the Fat Lady and mumbled, 'Viorian' the new password. "Oh hello Marinda dear! Happy thirteenth birthday!" the Fat Lady called as Marinda clammered through the door into the common room. "Thanks!" she shouted back. She slumped down in the chair and immediately heard a voice call to her, "Marinda. This isnt real, Marinda come back." It rang throughout the common room, bouncing off of the books and fire.
Harry Potter shook his small daughter, trying to wake her up. Ever since she'd been born she'd been in and out of consciousness. She spent most of her life at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and the rest in her own dream world. Hermione Potter walked into the room and sat herself on her daughters bedside. "Sweetheart, please wake up," she cried to her baby girl.
"Mum?" Marinda bewilderedly asked the thin air around her. She knew that was her mothers voice but unless her mother apparated here, which is impossible to do in the Hogwarts grounds, than she was imagining it. But she heard it again and violently began to shake.
Marinda woke up pale as a ghost, sweating and scared she sat bolt upright. "Mum?" she asked again, "What're you and dad doing at Hogwarts?" She quickly looked around, "Wait this isn't Hogwarts!" she announced. "W-where am I?" she asked, thoroughly frightened now. "You've never been to Hogwarts dear, you're only ten," her father explained to her as he had the day before and the day before. "You just keep dreaming of these things sweetie," Hermione whispered, stroking her daughters bushy hair. "N-No I'm 13! I-I'm in Gryffindor a-and I'm i-i-in my third y-year!" she shrieked, a silent tear rolling down her cheek.
"No honey, Lord Voldemort found you when you were born. He started to cast a spell on you to make you unable to live in the real world," her mother started. "But you're mother and I fought him off, he died but part of the spell worked. That's why you have that moon shaped scar on your chest, just above your heart," her father finished.
Both mother and child were wailing now, it was such a sad sight to witness. The Dark Lord destroyed another family. Will there ever be a cure? Who knows, but little Marinda quickly wiped her puffy eyes before her head hit her pillow with a thud .... she was back in Hogwarts.