Harry Potter's Daughter

Prologue

The Dark Lord lay there, dead in a clearing in an isolated forest. One of his loyal death eaters emerged from behind a tree. He pulled off his hood with slits for eye-holes revealing a terribly ugly, old, wrinkled face.

"The Dark Lord will return . . . For he will never be dead . . ." said Lucius Malfoy and hurried to his dying master. He pressed down on a tattoo on The Dark Lord's forearm that looked like a skull with a snake tongue. Suddenly, a similar mark appeared in the sky and Lucius felt his forearm burning. He pulled away.

"It worked . . . You will be revived soon, master," Lucius mumbled to his unconscious master as if he could hear. He rushed back into the woods and waited for the fellow Death Eaters.

Meanwhile, a 36 year old Harry Potter awoke with his scar burning. It had not done so in many, many years. He shook his wife awake gently.

"Hmm . . ?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. Ginny looked at Harry quizzically.

"My scar . . . It - I - " He didn't know what to say. This had not happened in such a long time.

"It burns. I think - " He said foolishly. It's probably nothing, he told himself, Yeah, nothing.

"Never mind," He mumbled. Ginny yawned. Harry had turned away from her and acted as if he was sleeping. Ginny hugged him from behind.

"I'm sure it's nothing," she finally said with a hint of worry in her voice.