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Skyler Threat. Average Potterhead girl, right? Dreams of being a witch, attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, learning magic, the sort. But what if she's really not as ordinary as everyone thought she was...
Midnight. It was arguably the most magical time, the time that was neither day nor night. That may not always be true, but to the muggle inhabitants of Brooke Road, it sure was on a special night on April first, of 2006.
It was a dark, spring night on Brooke Road. The clear evening sky was cloudless, but flecked with shimmering stars vaguely forming constellations. The street was lit up by a few flickering street lamps and the crescent moon. A slight wind ruffled the trees' leaves and pines. The neighbourhood animals slept with their families, nestled in their respected burrows, nests, and holes. In other words, it was a remarkably peaceful night.
The human inhabitants slept in their own houses, all dreaming about winning the lottery, or where to go on their next vacation. Not one of those muggles noticed the small crack! that broke the silence of the peaceful street. Or the pair of people that seemed to appear out of thin air.
They were a rather odd lot. The man had a long silver beard that reached many feet. He bore elegant robes of royal blue that seemed both out of date and out of place. He snacked on what seemed to be a pack of sherbet lemons. The woman on his left had emerald green robes, spectacles, a pointed hat, and a baby in her arms. There was a gold chain around their necks.
"Albus, where have you taken us?" The elderly woman asked, already taking the chain off their necks. She quickly stuffed it back in her pocket as they slowly walked forward, the strange man leading the way.
"This is April first, 2006." He nonchalantly replied after popping another lemon into his mouth.
"Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink tonight Albus? First you deliver Harry to his most muggle-like guardians, and now you bring her to muggle strangers in the future!?! You couldn't have at least kept them together?" She exclaimed in a whisper.
"I have my reasons, Minerva." The man named Albus responded dismissively.
"So I'm guessing ' your reasons' told you to modify Rubeus' memory after he handed you the girl?" Minerva demanded.
"Yes. Now Minerva, would you kindly give me the girl? We have arrived." They were now at the front doorstep of a townhouse with the number 7 emblazoned on the mail box and door. "I believe that this house contains a newly wedded couple, with the wish of bearing a child or two."
"Two? The boy could have been delivered here as well!"
"I have my reasons." He said simply. "He stays in our own time." He then placed the baby girl on the doorstep. The girl was hugging an envelope with a wax seal, fast asleep. "To make sure she is unrecognizable to any rogue Death Eaters, we'll change a few of her physical features."
He took out what appeared to be a wooden stick from the inside pocket of his robes. Muttering an incantation and pointing his stick at the baby, a flash of brown erupted from his wand. Her once-pale skin tanned and the cluster of freckles on the bridge of her nose disappeared. He pocketed his wand and turned to his female companion, who was silent during the transformation process.
"Our work here is done. She will be transported to our time on her eleventh birthday. I have explained all that the muggles need to know in the letter. The enchantments that I have placed on her will be removed, and at the same time, the people who once knew her here in the future will not have any recollection of her. Anything that involved her: her toys, books, memories, would vanish without a trace. Now, the Time Turner Minerva?" He stated.
She pursed her lips, obviously wanting to object, but instead obtained the chain he requested for. As the moonlight bounced off its golden features, the details of this mysterious chain became clearer. It was a long chain made of gold, with a circular pendant that obtained a small hourglass, and words carved into the sides of the three rotating pendants: 'I mark the hours, every one. Nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you, are gauged by what you have to do.'
She wrapped it around both of their necks delicately. When she was done, she twisted the knob on the side of the pendant, and with a final crack!, they were gone as if they were never there. The only evidence of their arrival was a single sherbet lemon Albus dropped, and the girl.
Little did that baby girl know who she really was from the day the young couple welcomed her, and where she came from. She had no idea what her future had in store for her, in the past. And through the pages.
Author's Note- Was that okay for a prologue? Please feel free to comment any advice, feedback, and grammar mistakes! Thank you so much for all those people who said that I should write this! It means a lot! I don't know what the regular updating schedule will be like, but I will update when this book gets at least 50 views! So please tag your Potterhead friends in the comments and vote! Until next time! Mischief Managed!
Question- Any theories of who you think the mysterious baby girl is?
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