You see, that night in Godric's Hollow, when baby Harry somehow 'stumped' the Dark Lord, nobody alive knew that there was another young child in that cot. Only Lily and James Potter were aware that I was also there, however, due to the fact that they were murdered by Lord Voldemort, well, you can probably see how that was particularly problematic. That night, I also received a lightning bolt scar, but it was on my arm, not my forehead. When Voldemort saw me, he was intrigued, and he knew that I possessed something that he needed desperately. Therefore, he retreated, with me in his pale, ghost-like arms to Albania, where he raised me as his own, knowing that I would be of use to him. He fed on my power, although even now I do not know what that power is, and stayed alive. It was not Quirrel, or Pettigrew, that nursed him back to life, or as alive as someone like that could be. It was me. And for that, I am very, very sorry.
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FanfictionCharlotte Willbury is no ordinary wizard. She has a terrible secret. And telling anybody that secret could result in a terrible public execution for the entire wizarding world to see.
