A man walked up the front path to a small cottage. The couple who lived there had left their children with a sitter to go out. The man opened the front door and walked in, a wand out in front of him. A rat like man was standing in the room as he opened the door. " Where are they, Wormtail?" The man asked, his eyes glowing red. "Upstairs, my lord. Playing in the nursery." And with that the man walked up the stairs. When he got to the room he was met with an unexpected sight. The baby was crying but the girl, she was glaring at him. It was like she could see into his soul. So he trained his wand on the girl and shouted "Avada Kedavra." And a get of green light hit the girl, but then it turned around and went flying towards him.
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A little girl sat by the riverbank watching the sun rise. She had raven black hair with red ends, green eyes with a blue outline and pointed ears. You see this little girl was kicked out of her house two days ago. She was seven years old. Her mother was fourteen when she was born. July 31st, 1974. She was kicked out because everyone believed that her brother, Matthew, defeated Voldemort and her parents thought she was a squib. Her name was Juniper Lily Potter. But they were wrong, she defeated Voldemort and she was not a squib, far from it. She could not believe that they thought a three month old baby could kill the greatest dark Lord of all time. Being gone made her realize that her family only cared about themselves and she decided that if she couldn't be known for what she did now, she would be known for doing something else to help the world. She got up and started walking towards the nearest village, hogsmeade. The only thing one her was her 1,000 galleons. She knew it wasn't that far away from the village. On her way there she decided to choose a new name and start a new life. The walk was two hours long and it was now eight o'clock. She walked through town, trying to find a way to start a new life. Suddenly a voice from behind asked "Who are you?" It was an older woman. I looked at her and smiled "My name is Hecate Angeioplástis, Ma'am." "Can't say I've heard that name before, where are you from?" She asked. "Greece Ma'am" I answered, it was technically true because I was born Greece. She nodded and the said "oh where are my manners, I'm Clare Peters." She stuck out her hand and I shook it. I went with a Greek name because I was fluent in it and four other languages.
