Healing the Heart
Chapter One
Harry Potter awoke to distant screams. The voices yelling franticly made his head hurt and at first he thought it was a nightmare. However when he opened his eyes and found himself staring at the ceiling of his room in Number Four Privet Drive he realized with a lurch of panic that this was far from any dream.
Harry jumped out of bed and after pulling on his dressing gown he scrambled down the stairs. The sixteen year old raced to the door and ran out into the warm July night. As Harry looked to the right he immediately saw the sign he was hoping he wouldn't see.
There, right over the orphanage on Wisteria Walk, the Dark Mark hovered menacingly in the starless night.
"No," Harry whispered. He wasn't aware of anything. He was running but didn't know it. The only thought in his mind was to get to the building before it was too late. As he rounded the corner Harry could see it. The death eaters were gone and the orphanage was only a pile of rubble, soot, and ash.
People were gathered all around. Screaming could be heard and Harry knew there was no hope. Except…
Harry felt a tug on his dressing gown and looked down to find a pair of blue-green eyes looking up at him. The round orbs belonged to a girl about three years of age with straight black hair and pale skin.
"Hello," said the child, "Do you know where I'm supposed to go."
Something about the child drew Harry to her and he knelt down to ask, "Did you live there?"
The child nodded with the unfazed look in her eyes. Harry's heart melted. This child was like him. She had no parents to look after her and had just lost the only home she had ever known. He had to help. "You can come with me."
The child raised her arms and Harry lifted her up and awkwardly placed the girl on his hip. "What's your name?"
"Ilori," the girl said, laying her head on Harry's shoulder as he walked toward Mrs. Figg's House.
"MRS. FIGG, MRS. FIGG!" Harry said, knocking on the old lady's door.
Mrs. Figg opened the door in her dressing gown. "What are you doing here at such an unearthly hour? What is a little girl doing hanging around your neck!"
Skipping the last question Harry said, "Is your fireplace hooked up to the floo network? I need to get to Hogwarts now!"
"Yes, of course, but why do you need to get to Hog-"
"Voldemort attacked the orphanage on Wisteria Walk. She was the only surviver," said Harry, gesturing to the girl on his shoulder who was merely watching him and the elderly squib with her blue-green orbs , "Can I use the floo powder?" He stepped into the house as Mrs. Figg nodded mutely and toddled off to get the bag of floo powder.
"Here it is." Mrs. Figg said, handing him the bag. "Do be careful not to fall into the wrong fire."
Harry took a pinch of the powder and stepped up to the fire place. Making sure the small girl on his shoulder was firmly in place he threw the powder in the fire and stepped into the green flames. "Hogwarts!" He shouted and disappeared in a whirl of green flames.
A/N: I don't know about this chapter. I felt it was kind of rushed, but I decided to post it now and just see what everyone else thinks about it. I'll probably be posting revised edition later on though. Now, If you'd be so kind, there is a small button down there that I would be eternally grateful if you pushed. It'll just take five minutes out of your day.