Hello, people! This is my first fic, and I am very excited about it. I hope that you enjoy it. Reviews are very much appreciated. FYI, the OC's name, Mira, is pronounced "MEE-ra." It's the Latin word for "wonderful" and is the name of a star in the Cetus constellation. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with the books or movies; they belong to JK Rowling and the filmmakers. I only own the OC.

The Love Of Harry Potter

Prologue

On the night of November 2, 1981, a group of men were silently approaching the front door of a large manor. Each had his wand at his side, ready for any sudden attack. Once they reached the door, one of the men used his wand to unlock it, and they entered the manor. The front hall was dark and empty; there were no life forms in sight. "Kingsley, you take these four to check the ground level, I'll take the rest with me upstairs," whispered one of the men.

"Of course, Alastor," replied Kingsley, and the two groups separated. Alastor Moody and his group of men moved quickly and silently up the spiral staircase. Once they reached the top step, they moved down a dark corridor, stopping every now and again to peer into a room. After checking a few rooms, they suddenly came upon one that was seemingly occupied.

The men had stumbled upon a child's bedroom. The room was filled with stuffed animals, toys, a changing table, and a crib. Inside of the crib, a young girl, who looked to be a year old, was standing up. She had dark brown hair and was wearing a small white nightdress. The little girl was just standing there, looking at the strange men with her dark brown eyes. It was almost as if she was trying to comprehend what they were doing in her house.

Moody slowly approached the little girl, with both his normal and magical eyes fixed upon her. When he reached the crib, the girl smiled up at him, showing two rows of small white teeth. Moody reached into the crib and picked her up. "What are we going to do with her, sir?" asked one of the men. "We're going to have to take her with us. Here, Sullivan, take her. Wait here with her while we look for her parents," said Moody. He handed the little girl off to Sullivan, and left the room with the rest of his group.

They hurried down the corridor as quietly as they could, approaching the door at the end. As soon as they got close, moody blasted the door open with a spell shot from his wand. "Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange! You are under arrest for the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom!" Moody yelled as the occupants of the room jumped out of bed. Bellatrix and her husband both started reaching for their wands, but were stunned by the Aurors.

"Bind them and Apparate with them back to the Ministry. The proper arrangements will be made from there," ordered Moody. He turned and left the room as one of the Aurors was conjuring ropes to bind the Lestranges with. Moody walked back down the corridor and entered the nursery where Sullivan was holding the little girl. "Bring her downstairs," said Moody, "we need to meet up with Kingsley and the others."

Kingsley and his group of Aurors were already back in the front hall when Moody and his group descended the stairs. "Who's the girl?" asked Kingsley, spying the child in Sullivan's arms. "Mira Lestrange, the daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. We found her in the nursery," replied Moody. "What are we going to do with her? She obviously can't stay here, now that they're going to Azkaban," stated Kinsley, gesturing to the bound, unconscious bodies of the two elder Lestranges that were Levitated at the foot of the stairs.

Moody considered this for a minute, then answered, "Doesn't Bellatrix have two sisters? I know one is married to a Malfoy, so there's no way the girl is going to her. It would be best if she went to her other aunt. Last I heard, she has nothing to do with her two sisters or anything to do with the Dark Arts." Kingsley nodded in agreement. "That would be best," he said, "She should be raised away from this mess."

So from that moment, little Mira Lestrange's life was forever changed. She was taken directly to the house of her loving aunt and uncle, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, while her parents were faced with the terrible fate of wasting away in Azkaban. And while she didn't know it, Mira's life would again take a drastic turn in just 10 short years.