Chapter 1
This was not what James & Lily had wanted for their baby boy. If they couldn't see him grow up in the land of the living, they wanted him to have a joyous life in spite of it all.
Their baby boy wasn't supposed to be with the Dursleys. He wasn't supposed to be crying silently. So he didn't have more pain from the ruler or frying pan or no food for several days at a time.
Harry, James & Lily's baby boy, was supposed to stay as a happy baby who was trained to call for Padfoot instead of dad by a trickster friend of theirs. That friend shouldn't be living in the worst prison in the world. These people shouldn't be unhappy or growing weaker by the hour against the wishes of ones already beyond the veil.
But so it was. So, the little babe was sleeping. The baby slept to escape the hunger, to escape a new strange & hateful environment, and to escape from everything really.
In a neighborhood close to an hour away from the baby boy-there was a little girl just outside of infancy who was always still and quiet. She was so still and quiet because she had the consequences of doing otherwise. The consequences of talking without permission. She would never have permission. She had the proof of the consequences marked on her skin.
Although she had a grand bedroom in a tower-like space it wasn't worth much. This is where she lay in painful silence. Here she is, a prisoner trapped inside for no reason at all. These two children had their fates intertwined by destiny. This is the start of our main characters
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Two Little Ghosts
FanficA Harry Potter x Hermione Granger fanfiction. Very twisty and turny with this fanfic. It is a third-person point of view only. It does have implied violence and noticeable neglect of our main characters. How else do they become ghosts? But we have...
