The night of the 31th July 1980 was an exceptionnal cold night of Summer, in the thick rain there was a figure who had a newborn baby in a basket wrapped in a light pink fabric.
The figure was a man who looks devastated but he wasn't devastated by the fact that he was abandoning his daughter but by the fact that his wife, the love of his life died and the only person with he felt emotions while giving birth to her a few hours ago, giving a last disgusted look at the baby who was asleep peacefully not bothered by the cold, he laid the baby on the doorstep of the muggle orphanage,knocked at the door and he left for continuing his dream of becoming immortal not caring about his child. The baby who was awaken by the lost of the presence of her father began to cry.
The director of the orphanage, Mrs. Spark, who looked in her mid fifties and she was about 5'3 with some wrinkles green eyes and a strand of grey in her Auburn hair opened the door and she was surprised to see a baby crying on the doorstep in a basket with only a letter with three words on it : Elizabeth Emerald Riddle.
She took the sobbing baby in her arms cooed at her for calming her which worked, closed the door and went to the kitchen to feed her unaware that she literally held the future of the Wizarding World in her arms.
Disclamers:
This is my first book ever and I wanted to say I only own Elizabeth and Onyx the rest of the cast belong to my favorite writer J.K Rowling.
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