Their Secret (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Part 1

The sound of the waves hitting the boat and the storms raging was almost drowned out by the screams. The desperate screams of a little lonely and angry girl.

She was not much more then 5 years old, she was very pale and had long black hair, the only two thing really standing out about her was her big eyes, her completely black eyes, there was no change between her irises and pupils and her bruised, battered and starved body.

She grew up in an orphanage, abused and alone. Oh there were other children there, but she was nevertheless alone. The orphanage had a way, or so they thought, of instilling responsibility in the children, so they chose one child to bear all the burdens of the other children, and that was her. When someone didn't do their choirs, she was punished, when someone was bad, she was punished. It didn't go quite as the adults would have wanted, it became a game among the other children, who could get her punished the most. The adults never saw how the children laughed behind their hands, and the sly gases they exchanged, they never doubted the tears they shed as she was beaten, starved or locked in the cellar for hours at a time, they never saw the monsters they were raising, but she did.

She came to the orphanage at the age of two, but a very smart two year old. No one knew who her parents were, she had just appeared one day, outside the door of the orphanage with a letter stating that her mother could no longer take care of the little monster, as she was a good God-fearing woman, and that she hoped never to she the little spawn of Satan again, and so the orphanage had taken her in, she supposed she should have been sad to have been left, but really she didn't care. She had no fond memories of her mother and had never seen her father, it should have been strange that at the age of five she could still remember her mother, but she, for as long as she could remember had never forgotten a thing, oh she wished she could, all her mothers screaming tantrums, all the things trown at her all the "You have ruined my life" or the "He left me because of you" But that was not likely to happen, after all if she had yet to forget after two years she thought it was not likely to happen.

The day she ran from the orphanage  was not really a tragic day, she had simply had enough, she had theorised that if she could handle her life there she could handle it anywhere, course nothing could be quite as bad as the daily beatings, of course it didn't quite go as planned, the adults caught her trying to leave, and being as they were thought she would go to the police, they knew what they did was wrong but they, in their stupidity thought that the good of many outwaght the bad for her.

They beat her, the worst beating she had ever had, and placed her in a boat, and pushed her out to sea. She screamed at them and in her anger didn't notice the rope cut her as she struggled.

"Why couldn't you just have killed me" she screamed at them, but she knew, they were at they called themselves good God-fearing people, they always had a reasoning.

The beatings: so the other children could learn responsibility and they could beat the demon out of her.

The starvings: so the other children could learn to appreciate food and they could starve the demon out of her.

Not killing her: because taking a life was a sin, even if she had a demon in her.

It didn't make much sense to her, but then she was the child of Satan, or so she had been told, she had never quite understood that, they all said she had something evil in her, because she never cried, never smiled and sometimes strange things happened around her.

She kept screaming, even after they were out of sight, and didn't stop until she was completely exhausted. That was when she saw it. Strange looking... things flying around a building in the middle the sea, and she was headed straight towards it.