Author's notes - The main character of Abby is my own, however, I have borrowed some great characters from the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling. I am basing my story on her series background, however, please excuse any errors as I have taken liberties in order to make this story my own.

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Abby fell into the silver substance, along with Harry. Shutting her eyes as they tumbled she felt her feet hit solid ground a few seconds later.

Opening her eyes, she saw they where standing inside a very large field. Directly in front of them stood a cottage. They where facing the side of the cottage, and could see both the field in front and the field in back, as well as the surrounding groves of trees hundreds of yards away on each side.

"No one knew until his capture, that Peter Pettigrew worked for the Death Eaters after my parents death. We had assumed that he had been in hiding the entire time. See, he is the one who told Voldermort where my parents where. He turned on his own friends. He betrayed those who loved him. My parents, my godfather, Sirius. He framed Sirius for his own part in it all. Sirius went to prison at Azkaban. We missed so many years together because of that man. And most of that time, he was hidden right under our noses."

Harry let out a sound of disgust, "During my third year at Hogwarts, we learned that Wormtail, that's what my father called him, that he had been posing as a rat. He lived all that time in the Weasley household. In the home of my best friend, Ron. When my father was young, he and his friends learned how to transform themselves into animals. One of their friends was a werewolf, and they did this to keep him company. My father was a stag, a majestic beast. Sirius was a hound, true to his form as a teen. Wormtail was the rat, in spirit as well as shape."

Abby knew she would learn more about Wormtail, so she asked, "Harry, explain to me what this is? Where are we?"

"We are inside a memory of Wormtail. The year before he came to live with the Weasley's he tried one last time to join the Death Eaters. The majority of the Death Eaters believed that Voldermort was dead. A handful still believed and Wormtail tried to join them. When the Order began capturing them all, shortly after this day, the bloody rat, of course, turned tail and hid."

At that moment, Abby caught movement from her left side. A woman was emerging from the woods and running towards the back of the cottage. She was terrified. She kept turning her head behind her, looking for whoever she was fleeing. She stumbled, falling to the ground, just as a red line blazed from out of the woods above her head. The line of red shot across the clearing, before it hit the roof of the cottage. It tore a whole in the roof. From the other side of the cottage, she saw a man. He had run into the clearing at the moment of the explosion and was running towards the front of the burning building. His long legs ate up the ground. Abby could see the determination in her father's eyes glowing, even from so far away.

Abby heard a woman scream and turned back to look at which she now knew was her mother. A man had appeared from out of the woods. The man was hideous looking. He was short and round and resembled the rat whose form he assumed so often. Abby knew this was Pettigrew.

He was advancing towards the woman who lay on the ground. He raised his arm, and another currant of red shot from the end of the wand in his hand. Abbigail turned her body just in time, as the ground exploded into the air. She pulled herself up and began to run towards the cottage again.

Wormtail ran after her, throwing off wild jets of red from his wand. Just as she reached for the door, a shot glanced over her shoulder. The house seemed to swell and then it burst. Abby watched as from one side her father flew away from the house he had just reached. The momentum carried him end over end through the air before he landed in a sickly position. Abby, even though she knew better, thought he was dead. Debris from the house rained down upon him.

Turning back to her mother, she saw the ugly man raise his arm one last time, this time hitting her mother full on. She had begun to scream when the house blew, and her screams where cut off abruptly. Another man came from the woods. He took in the scene around him, not noticing the man under the shattered house, nor the rat, running away from the destruction. With a flick of his own wand, Abbigail floated into the air. The tall, dark haired man ushered the woman a few feet away from the wreckage and then with a pop, they where both gone.

Harry took hold of Abby's elbow and they glide into the air in a swirling mist. She shut her eyes as the world moved around her, not opening them again until her feet touched solid ground. She was back at the Manor. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, putting batteries into the alarm clock. He rose to his feet, as the other's sat down. He raised his hand as Abby opened her mother to speak.

"I gather that you know now why Dumbledore believed your mother dead." he began, "We have no idea what really happened from that point until your mother arrived at your foster home the night of your birth. I'm sure that Harry explained to you that magic could be traced. On the night of your birth, a powerful magic was made. We tracked the magic to the Central Texas area, however we where not able to tell exactly where it was created. That is why we did not find you. It was a search for another wizard in the area that turned up your mother's grave. Once we found that, we came looking for you."

Abby was very confused by all of this, "But how did you know that was my mother's grave? Her last name is not on it."

"Even in death, the power of magic can be felt." Harry informed her. "In my search for Severus Snape, the bastard that killed your father, I located the grave. A few simple spells showed who rested there. I knew of her importance already from Dumbledore's diary. When I saw 'mother' on the headstone, I began to search for her child."

"Why would you search for that man in my area? Does it have something to do with my chemistry teacher, Mr. Olden? I never knew he was magical."

Mr. Weasley wrinkled his brow as he broke into Abby's questioning, "Who is Mr. Olden?"

Abby gestured towards the pensieve, "He is the man from the memory, the man who vanished with my mother. Why did no one ask him where my mother was? I can't understand why he never came forward about knowing my mother. He lived down the street from the foster home for two years. He was my favorite teacher at school."

Harry jumped from his seat and stomped around the room, "This can not be. Bloody hell, all this time. …. That man's name is not Olden. His name is Severus Snape. He is the man I have been searching for."

I hope you like this twist. I'm sorry for the short chapter but I have not been feeling well and have not been up to turning on my computer lately. Please review me so I can know how you feel. I am actually begging for reviews at this point, because I only have 3 so far, after posting 5 chapters. And in response tomy first set of reviews:

Humanity – thank you for your honesty. I am honored that the friend who first got me reading fanfic was the first to review my story. I have listened to much of what you have said. I was not aware of the review block and have now removed it. I do understand the power of ships and have updated my summary to give a better idea of some things to come, namelythe HG/SSpart of thestory line. You'll just have to keep reading to see if I do make him evil or not.

Voakands – thank you for your impute as well concerning the age of Dumbledore. You must remember that in this world age affects Wizards in a different way from Muggles. I do realize that Dumbledore is quite old even by wizarding standards. I tend to think of him in this story much like Anthony Quinn, fathering children well after normal expectations. Besides I love the idea of May-December relationships.