Diclaimer: Do you think if I owned Harry Potter I would be writing here, no I would be making millions by publishing this. So don't sue me sue the true writer.
Author's Note: I made up Daniella, there is a het and slash relationship in this fic Daniella/Snape and Harry/Draco. Please review and tell me what you think.
Prologue
A dark figure moves swiftly from house to house. Never stopping in its quest until it happens to come to a rather sickly looking house on Privet Drive. The house itself was ok, but the aura around it spoke of pain. The dark figure slowly crept up to the house and looked inside, what it saw was horrendous. A sickly boy was lying on the floor with clothing that was way to big for his underfed frame. There was also a fat kid who was taking pleasure in kicking the smaller one repeatedly, while the adults watched. Time seemed to freeze as the figure opened the door and slowly moved inside. The adults looked up in surprise but all they saw was a purple light before they fell unconscious. The fat kid was still kicking the kid in glee. The figure pointed it's wand at him and he fell in pain. Feeling every bit of pain he had ever inflicted on the smaller kid. The figure kneeled beside the other boy and removed the hood of its cape. "Hi Harry, I am here to help you. Don't be afraid" the woman said. She was a beautiful, with long black hair and sapphire blue eyes. She was a medium height, with a pale complexion." Don't worry the muggles will never hurt you again. I will make sure of it" As she slowly lifted the dark haired boy off the ground she noticed the lightening bolt on his forehead and flinched. "Who are you, and why are you helping me. I mean no one else does." Harry says weakly. "My name is Daniella Riddle; I have my reasons for helping you, but know that you will always be safe while in my care." She says to the child n her arms. She calmly exits the house and walks down the street, disappearing into the night.
Later that night…
Two figures enter the Dursley household and notice the unconscious bodies." What are we going to do Dumbledor, where could he have been taken" says an elderly woman with a cattish sort of way to her. "I really don't know but we will find out when it is time for him to start at Hogwarts. We just have to hope he is ok till then." replies Dumbledor.
No one noticed the angered scream of fear coming from the shadows, because once again it had failed its master.
Author's Note: I know it is short but they will get longer. This is just a way of bringing the characters together. Please review and tell me what you think of this fic,
