Harry Potter and the Prophetic Prisoner
By Jessica Fournier
Chapter 1: Unknown Child
It was as they feared; the dark times were on their way. In these times ahead there would be no joy, no happiness, only death and sorrow. The people in this world would suffer for the tainted muggle blood that ran through their veins.
During the dark lords first reign, many lives were lost; many hopes had fallen, but then a light shown for all to see.
On that fateful night when the boy who lived had defeated the fearsome He Who Must Not Be Named there were celebrations. Even the muggles knew there was something to cheer for. They could feel it in the air.
Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord; he was a hero to all wizards and witches alike. But, this young boy, this child, lost his whole world before it was fully his. He would never know his parents, Lily and James. He would be tortured by his relatives until he was old enough to be told the truth of his past. How was that fair to the boy?
The world did not care about this child's future suffering; it only cared that it had been saved. The world had known happiness once again and that was all that mattered, to any of them.
In the years before and following Voldemort's reign, there had been many Death Eaters taken to Azkaban, the wizard's prison. One such Death Eater was Anja Deboran. Anja was sent to one of the deepest darkest cells in the prison, while her husband Francis was sent to be kissed by the Dementors.
When the Minister of Magic had sent Anja to the dungeons, he did not know she was with child. Anja and her husband had been arrested before the fall of Voldemort so there was no mercy to be seen in their punishment. Anja was never allowed a visitor so no one would ever find the child that she born the night the Dark Lord had fallen.
Almost a week after the child's birth the Dementors had brought a laughing man and thrown him into the cell next to Anja. This man's name was Sirius Black.
A few days after Black's arrival, Anja died from a weakened state due to child birth. When the Dementors came to dispose of the body, they had left the child there, alone. "What about the infant?" Black called, but there was no answer.
The Dementors knew of the child, but just saw it as another life to suck dry. And this life was the purest there was, it was untainted by the outside world.
In the years that passed, Sirius raised the child, teaching it to speak and read with the occasional Daily Prophet that would come their way. He also named it, her name was Lilian, after one of his dearest friends, he would tell her.
As the young girl aged, Sirius taught her of magic, even though she didn't have a wand, she was still able to memorize the incantations and uses of magical herbs. When she would ask why he was teaching her these things if she would never use them, he told her, "Ah, but you will use them. One day we will escape. When that day will come, I do not know, but what I do know is that when you finally receive your wand, you will be a force to be reckoned with."
A few more years passed and Lilian was to be thirteen soon. That was how she remembered the day her world turned black.
It was a day like any other, except for one thing, the minister was visiting. It didn't dawn on Sirius that this could mean Lilian's freedom.
The minister was walking passed their cells when Sirius saw the paper with the picture of the rat on it. "Can I see your paper?" Sirius asked. "Um…" though hesitant Fudge handed the paper over. Sirius looked up to thank the man; then it dawned on him. He lunged through he bars at the bars at the minister's robes and took hold of a chunk of fabric. "Minister, Minister, please the gi-" Sirius never did get to finish his sentence due to the fact that he was knocked unconscious by a stunning spell. "Well I say!" said an outraged Minister. Lilian knew she should have spoke up, but she saw what those men did to Sirius and was afraid for herself.
Lilian remained unseen by wizarding eyes, tucked safe in the comfort of her wool blanket. Never has she seen actual magic before. She didn't like it. All it seemed to bring her was pain, not that she wasn't used to it by now, all she has ever known is pain and sorrow, so why should magic be anything else besides hurt?
Later that night Lilian was awoken by a soft whistling tune. She knew the tune was coming from Sirius. It was the soft music to a song he used to sing her when she was little. It was the only part of her life that was normal to herself and everyone else. The song was that of the wanderer. She could hear the words in her mind as Sirius whistled his tune.
"Lilian…" Sirius whispered. "What's the matter?" asked the now worried child.
Lilian could tell something was wrong just by the look on Sirius' face. It was paler than usual and his eyes looked empty, they were like dark pools to his empty soul. The soul that she knew was slowly being eaten away. She knew those horrid creatures would soon devour what was left of her friend.
"There's an urgent matter that I have to take care of, but in order to do so I must leave you." This hit Lilian like a ton of bricks.
"What? B- But you can't! What would I do? Who would I talk to?" She demanded, upset at the thought of losing the only person she had ever known.
"There are others here…" he said motioning with his hand, but he knew none would fill the void he left behind.
"All they are capable of if drooling and screaming! They are turning into vegetables around us. If you leave I will be left here alone with my thoughts and no one to tell them to. Eventually the Dementors will get to me. They are eating away at the bit of sanity I have left. I don't know how long I can last if you abandon me… soon they will devour the only part of myself I have left." As she said this tears began to swell in her eyes. This startled Sirius because he had never seen her cry. How could someone show sorrow if they have never known happiness.
"Shhh… it'll be alright. I will return for you soon," he said slipping an arm through the bar to wipe a tear off of her cheek.
"Why can't I come with y- you? T- Take me with you,
please…" she pleaded. "Please."
"You know you cannot. I must use magic. I must turn into an animagus if I am to escape. You fear magic, unless you over come that fear you will never be able to do magic period." Sirius said this with a frown on his face.
"I can learn it! You already taught me the incantations! I can! Just stay…" she was barely understandable through her sobs.
"Worm Tail is at Hogwarts. It's all I think about, all I dream about. Please, I must go. I promise to return for you, but he must pay for what he has done the crimes he has committed!" The harsh tone in Sirius' voice made Lilian jump back with a whimper. "I'm sorry. Come here." Sirius held out his hand to her and hesitated before taking it. He raised his free hand to her cheek, "You must understand, they were my best friends, my family, and he took them away from me. He stole them from this world. They would have died for Peter! I would have died! He betrayed my only family. Their deaths are on his hands and soon his life will be on mine. Sh, the Dementors are bringing food. I must go this is my only chance. I shall return." He whispered, and at that he transformed into a fierce black dog. All Lilian could do was watch through tearful eyes as Sirius slipped through the open cell door and escaped to his freedom.