The Girl Who Never Lived¹ | h. potter

💎Chapter 1💎

(Ten Years Later)

Harry Potter stood there, gaping at the man who just knocked down the door. The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back into its frame. The noise from the storm outside dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.

"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not been an easy journey...." He strode over to the sofa where Dudley sat frozen in fear. "Budge up, yeh great lump," said the strange. Dudley squeaked and ran to hide behind his mother, who was crouching, terrified, behind Uncle Vernon. "Ah' here's Harry!" Said the giant.

Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face, and suddenly found it hard to swallow his spit. 'Ciara', he thought, 'I think I'm in trouble. There's a giant in the house.' He could feel her stir sleepily and she answered in a pained voice, 'Are you alright? Has he hurt you?' Harry almost shook his head, before remembering that she was there with him (not that she ever was with him), 'No he's...he's smiling at me.'

It wasn't uncommon for Harry to talk to Ciara. In fact, it was a daily occurrence, not that his aunt and uncle knew though, they would lock him in the cupboard for the rest of his life if they found out. It helped make things more bearable for both of them, it help Harry when he was lonely and it helped Ciara when she was in pain. If they could meet up in real life, they would probably act like they were attached at the hip.

"Las' time I saw you, you was only a baby," said the giant. "Yeh look a lot like yer dad, but yeh've got yer mum's eyes." Uncle Vernon made a funny rasping noise. "I demand you leave at once, sir!" he said. "You are breaking and entering!"

"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune," said the giant; he reached over the back of the sofa, jerked the hum out of Uncle Vernon's hands, bent it into a knot as easily as if it was made of rubber, and threw it into the corner of the room. Uncle Vernon made another funny noise, like a mouse being trodden on.

Harry paled slightly and Ciara could sense his growing panic, 'Harry? Harry, talk to me, what's happening?' He was frozen in shock, 'He knows me...he knew my parents...' Miles away from Harry Potter, Ciara Riddle frozen, out of shock and fear. Shock being from finding out Harry found someone willing to tell him something about his parents and fear because her mother just threw open the door.

Bellatrix sneered at her daughter, "What are you staring at?" Without Ciara even realizing it, her mother had her wand and was pointing it at her, "Crucio!!" Unwilling to let her mother hear her scream, she bit her lips, hoping she could be as strong as Wormy ever was.

Even though she was only a year old when Wormy left (she had never learned his real name), it didn't stop her from not remembering him. Just like with the Dementors, Bellatrix used the Cruciatus Curse on Ciara so many times, she started seeing her saddest/worst memories.

She had to refrain herself from letting out a curse when a small cry of pain escaped her lips. Her mother gave her a wicked smile, "Icky, little baby Ciara going to cry?" Bellatrix's smile suddenly turned into a sneer, "How pathetic. Weak." She gave her wand a harder flick, causing Ciara to wither on the floor as she felt some blood trickle out of her nose.

Her mother looked gleefully at the blood leaking out of her nose, flicking her wand harder to make more blood come out. Ciara had her eye glued shut and her jaw locked together, appearing as though it was to remain like that forever.

Bellatrix let out a psychotic laugh at her daughter's discomfort, not even batting an eye when Ciara's blood started to hit the floor. Ciara continued to shake on the ground, getting slightly lightheaded from all the blood coming out of her nose. Harry started rubbing his scar, a sure sign that he felt some of Ciara's pain, 'Ciara? Are you okay?'