Author's Note: Hello to all. This is my first ever fanfic and the idea of this story had been bugging me for a while. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy reading!
I don't own Harry potter, it solely belongs to J.K. Rowling!
PROLOGUE
There was a little boy about 4 years old. He sat by the window edge staring longingly at the iron gates of the orphanage with the hope that someone would come and take him away. Behind him, the mocking and taunts just increased the hope in his little heart...
There was a little girl about 4 years old. She was weeding the garden with drops of sweat brow. It was a hot summer day. Looking inside she longingly gazed, as her uncle and aunt doted upon their son, with love...
He is 5 years old but the tears do not fall from his beautiful brown eyes as the Priest keeps reciting the enchantments to take out the devil from him; as the little boy is tied to the bed with tight ropes and blurry vision...
She is 5 years old but tears do not fall from her beautiful emerald eyes, because she knows struggling makes it worse. She doesn't cry but wipes the tears away furiously with tiny blistered hands; her punishment for burning the toast...
He is 9 and is wide-eyed staring at his pet snake, his only friend who talked to him and liked him. His friend is dead and there is absolute fury rolling off him...
She is 9 and is staring at her pink pony, her only toy which she had found in the park one day and quickly grabbed it to her chest for it looked so pretty. Her toy is shredded to pieces now and there is absolute sadness rolling off her...
He is sitting alone in the bedroom, his bedroom all bruised and broken, starving too as punishment for killing Billy Stubb's rabbit; the same monstrous boy who killed his beloved snake. He sits in darkness, staring at nothing because all hope in him is lost...
She is sitting alone in the cupboard, her bedroom all bruised and broken, starving too as punishment for stealing Dudley's broken crayons; the same monstrous boy who tore her only toy into pieces of confetti. She sits in darkness, staring at nothing for all hope in her is lost...
It's his 11th birthday. A letter arrives along with a man wearing half-moon spectacles.
"You're a wizard, Tom."
Everything changes.
It's her 11th birthday. A letter arrives along with a half-giant man with a pink umbrella.
"You're a witch 'arry."
Everything changes.
The boy is a man now standing in the depths of a dark forest; behind him an army of people waiting like dogs, for his orders. He isn't interested in anything but the girl, the child of the prophecy to come and face her death at his hands.
The girl is a woman now bravely facing the snake-like man, the monster who killed thousands of lives mercilessly. She does nothing but stands tired and exhausted waiting for her death at his hands.
"Harriet Potter, the girl who lived comes to die." He spoke; the boy in him long lost for there was never hope for him.
She looks at him straight in the eyes; the girl in her long lost for all her hopes was crushed.
"AVADA KEDAVRA", the flash of green light hitting her square in the chest as the young woman closes her eyes.