DragoonShana: this is my all new story Dancing Savior. I would have uploaded sooner, but certain circumstances prevented me from doing it. Other than school and all that, a kid from my school lost her battle against cancer. Now in her honor, I dedicate this story to her.

R.I.P.

Kim

Notre Dame will never forget you

Now on with the story. I don't own Harry potter or the game where I got the idea of fighting dancers. If I did own it, some of the money would go to cancer research.

As the two men stood in the ruined remains of the Potter's house in Gordic's Hollow, a lone cry rose from the ruins. That lone cry was that of a 15-month-old babe.

One of the men that stood in the wreckage, has hair that looks like silver, sparkling blue eyes that are seen though half crescent glasses. The robes that he wore had bright colors of the kill me variety. You know the neon oranges, really bright pink and other such colors. The other man had hair the color of a dark night that had something in to stop the fumes from the many potions that he brews from destroying the strands.

They came upon the place in the house that was where the nursery was supposed to be. There was the little babe that was wailing earlier, now a sleep.

"Severus, take Isabella to her Aunts. Stay there and make sure that she is taken in by them. She is to be beaten and starve to make the perfect weapon for me. She will see me as her savior. "

"Albus, are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Severus if you take her to an orphanage I will know so take Isabella to her aunts place." said the old professor.

Number 4 Pivet Drive

As soon as Petunia Dursley opened the door to put the milk bottles out, she screamed. She did so because laying there on her front step was a little girl no older than 15 months. On top on the bundle was letter written on parchment and in green ink.

Her scream woke up her husband. When Mr. Dursley came down the steps, he saw why she had screamed.

After closing the door they looked at the bundle with the baby inside it. They decided to read the letter.

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

The little girl is your niece. Last night, the Dark Lord Voldemort attacked the Potters. Her name is Isabella Raine Potter. Her parents were killed and she only has you to raise her. I know that you are magic fearing. Please don't worry about her magic, when she turned a year old her magic was bound so that it wouldn't go out of control. By then her accidental magic was happening more and more; more than any other child with magic.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

"She is one of those freaks. What are we to do with her?" said Mr. Dursley

"Wait, Vernon there is two other letters in here. One is to us and the other is to 'Whom it may concern'. Let's read the one to us." said he wife.

Petunia,

Since I know that you wake up before your husband, this is for you, if he is reading this than I was wrong. This little girl is the daughter of Lily, your sister. Albus wanted to leave her here with you so that she was raised to think of him as her personal savior. As you well know that in this world there are a lot of different gifts. She has the gift to turn song into dancing. This is a rare gift in both of our worlds. She is known as a Dancer. There is an orphanage that will take care of her in ways that Muggles like you can't. The orphanage is visited by people that can nurture her gift. I have looked into the orphanage and there are three girls there that have the same gift as her. There names are Hannah, Kelsy and Brittney. This means that something great is to happen or is happening at this moment. I beg for you to do as I have asked. If not me than do it for your sister, Lily, that passed away just this night. If not for the reason of helping family, than do it for the only reason of not having a witch in our house.

Sincerely,

Severus Snape

"Can we do as he asked? He was Lily's best friend when they were in school and growing up." Begged Petunia

"Fine, both for your sister and the reason of not having to raise one of them in my house." Answered Vernon

Orphanage for the Gifted

"This is where Severus said to put her."

Just they went up to the front door, did someone open the door. The person who opened the door was dressed in Muggle jeans and an emerald green long sleeved shirt. The hair was a dark brown with hazel eyes.

"Hello, you must be the Dursley's. We have been expecting you to come for awhile. I'm the caretaker of the orphanage. We were told of your arrival due to the wards. The wards won't let anyone with evil intentions onto the land. We will take care of her here." The caretaker.

As they handed her over they noticed that on the forehead of the babe was a scar in the shape of a lighting bolt. This was probably caused by the curse sent here way when her parents were murdered.

Four years later- Orphanage for the gifted

It was four years since the night that the Potters were killed. The caretaker of the orphanage was letting in four people from the group that came every so often to look at the young ones.

When they went towards the room were four little girls that all came on the same and all the same age were located.

"This way, my ladies. The four year olds are in this room. All have been put here by people that couldn't raise them due to their special gifts."

As they opened the door, all four went to stand in a line. All of them had eyes that looked like they were gems of the rarest variety.

"These are the four I mentioned to you. Their names are Isabella, Kelsy, Brittney, and Hannah."

Isabella had hair the color of a raven's wing with the most startling green eyes. Kelsy's curly hair was the dark brown of a grizzly bear with eyes the color of a setting sun that changed color in different lights. Brittney's hair was the black like the night sky at its deepest. Her eyes are the color the color of ice with a hint of blue in them. Hannah's hair color was a mixture of the dark brown of a grizzly bear and the black night, her eyes are the colors of the leaves in fall. They all wore the orphanage uniform which was black pants, and gray shirt and black shoes.

When they stepped in the room did the four noticed how powerful and mystic the kids were. If they didn't get training soon to control there powers they will die, they were that powerful.

The leader of the group said "Will the four of you like to be adopted by are group and become one of us?"

All they saw after she said this was gratitude and happiness in their eyes and afterwards they only saw darkness as the kids ran forward and jumped on them. They were pummeled by hugs and the bodies of the four young ones.

DragoonShana: Hey I am still alive. just that with a lot of things going on I haven't been able to type. This also includes the death of a student of the school I go to, like I mentioned above. But I have new stories in my head that I want to write and see if you like them.