Hey everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry that the first chapter had nothing to do with Harry Potter but I'm learning. Please comment to tell me if you don't like my story so far or if I have made any mistakes/typos. DISCLAIMERS: None of the characters or objects in this chapter are my own unless they are my own creation.
A hairy man grabbed hold of the baby then rocked her in his arms. The giant was called Hagrid but his appearance didn't change the fact that he had a soft and kind, loving heart. He rapped Harmonica in a little white blanket and tucked her under his jacket so she would be safe and sound. He then went out of the house and sat on his little leather seat of his motorcycle and rode the bike as far way as possible. The journey didn't take that long but felt like it was taking for ever. Every bump and turn and stop made Hagrid wish the parents weren't dead. He felt so upset and sorry for the young girl that he almost shed a tear. When they had arrived at the correct street Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were there to meet them. "Are you sure we should leave her with these strangers?" The women said "I have been watching them all day."
"yes! They are the only family he has," Dumbledore replied. He took the innocent baby from the arms of Hagrid and lowered her onto the doorstep along with a letter telling the couple everything that had happened. He took one last glance at the beautiful little girl before knocking on the door three times and disappearing into thin air. Hagrid didn't want to leave he wanted to stay with the little baby but he had no choice he knew that he would see her again in six years time. "Goodbye little one," he whispered before getting back onto his bike and disappearing into the black night sky. Then Professor McGonagall was the last to leave and made an exit with a click of fingers. The red door slowly opened and the woman standing in the doorway was shocked to see Harmonica before her.
Six years later.
Harmonicas arm was in terrible pain and agony because it was starting to hurt again. She had a scar in a shape of a crown going around the width of her arm and it was starting to go as red as the sun. Her auntie said that she had done this when she was a baby, she said that Harmonica had an operation because when she was two years old, Monie, short for Harmonica, fell over badly and was found with a Rotator cuff tear. This operation created the scar. Monie then carefully went onto her tiptoes and reached as high as she could reach for her special shelf above her bed. She had built the shelf herself as her uncle refused to help her. She slowly took the magic cream out of a cardboard box on top of the wooden plank. Monie called the cream 'magic cream' because she believed in magic and it helped stop the pain quick enough. Harmonica rubbed the cream softly all over the scar and placed it back where it belonged.