I do not own Harry Potter or Wolf's Rain. I will not be writing the accents because they are hard to write and very annoying.

A tiny baby girl was left on the Dursley's front door. Her name was Heather Potter. Her parents had been killed by Voldemort, but she had defeated him because of her mother's loving sacrifice. Heather was marked from the experience; she had a lightning bolt scar on her forehead. Heather had large, strikingly green almond shaped eyes, dark red hair and pale skin. The little girl looked at her surroundings. What was going to happen now? Who would raise The Girl Who Lived?

"All these houses are the same! It's starting to creep me out." A boy whined. He had brown hair, brown eyes and was a little chubby. He was wearing a collar, yellow hoodie, jeans and sneakers.

"Stop whining Hige! We'll be out of here soon enough." Another voice said. He was tan, had silver hair, gold eyes and was clad in leather.

"Hey look at that!" A younger voice said.

The youngest voice jogged up to the door step of the Dursley's. He looked down at the little girl. She stared back at him with wide curious eyes. The boy had darker brown hair and had three silver bracelets on his wrist. The others walked over, six in total and looked down at the little girl. One of the females in the group, the one with blue eyes, picked up the note that was delivered with Heather.

"It says her name is Heather Lillian Potter and that her parents are dead. These must be her other blood family. She's obviously to be entrusted into their care." She said, putting the note back.

"They've already been out here. I can smell them on her. The female wears way to much perfume." Hige said, covering his sensitive nose.

"They abandoned her." The leader said. He had tan skin, sea green eyes and dark brown hair.

"What should we do Kiba?" The youngest member asked.

"Nothing Toboe. This is a human's problem." Kiba said, getting back to his feet.

"But she's only a baby." Toboe protested.

"She's a human." The silver haired one growled.

"But Tsume!" Toboe protested again.

The other female, the one with red eyes, knelt down and picked up the baby girl. The little girl made a giggling sound.

"This one will care for her." She said.

"Are you sure Cheza?" Kiba asked. Cheza nodded. Kiba sighed. "All right then." The group then walked off, bringing the girl with them, never looking back.