YOUR ONLY DAUGHTER

Prologue.

It was a war indeed. Lord Voldemort killed everyone who stood before him, trying to defeat him. He felt great seeing their eyes die with the expression of horror impregnated deep in them. He felt a tingling at the end of his digits, right where they touched the wand. And he smiled. This time, his plan was going to work out. James and Lily Potter were going to be dead, along with their progeniture, Harry Potter. No one could stop him.

But it happened. Someone stopped him. Someone with a small yet strong body, protected by his mother's charm. Harry Potter. He defeated Lord Voldemort and soon became 'The Boy Who Lived'. But no one knew that in the same night when Voldemort's kingdom died, a woman was running to Hogwarts, and when she reached the castle's gate she left there a small crying creature covered in white sheets. No one knew that professor Minerva McGonagall found it and brought it to the Headmaster, professor Albus Dumbledore. No, they where too busy celebrating the new world to bother with the fact that it was a girl. A small girl with white skin and huge black eyes looked at Dumbledore, tears streaming down her baby face, but she wasn't quite a baby. She was two years old, and no one had any idea who her parents were. Professor Dumbledore called Severus Snape and the three of them, McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore, decided that the little girl was going to stay hidden in Dumbledore's office until they found out who her parents were. Later on, they found a note in her clothes: "Ann Evans, daughter of Lily Evans- Potter". Albus Dumbledore regarded the small piece of paper from behind his half-moon glasses, the other two professors watching his every move. They never found out who her father was, but they assumed that it wasn't James Potter. The girl looked nothing like him, but a lot like her mother: she had Lily's features, except of the fact that she had brown hair and black eyes and she seemed quite tall. Taller than any two-years-old children Dumbledore had seen so far anyway. And so, they decided that the girl had to stay hidden until they would solve everything: mourn James and Lily, take care of Hogwarts and, of course, send 'The Boy Who Lived' to his living relatives, a family of muggles , a place where they assumed he'd be safe until the age of eleven. As for the girl, they assumed she'll be safe at Hogwarts, deep hidden in Dumbledore's office. People never bothered to know that Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape could not help this decision; in just a week, Albus Dumbledore got so attached to the little human that he got her a bed next to Fawkes' cage, under the Sorting Hat and spent every free moment with her. She stopped crying and now she looked everyone in the eyes, not knowing who they where. Dumbledore tried to explain to her a few times how she got there and ask her a few questions, but the girl only watched his lips move with a glow in her dark eyes. Once, she parted her lips asking in a low voice 'Where's mummy?' and Dumbledore looked at her eyes to see if the glow is there, but saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

'Dear, mummy is far away, but we'll take care of you. Do you remember your daddy?'

The girl shook her head in disapproval as Dumbledore got back to the papers he was working on. Maybe she needed more time. Maybe she was yet too young to remember. She could barely talk after all.

And so they left the little girl in her own world, with Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, in her bed, in the back of Dumbledore's office.

Ann Evans unfortunately grew. Slow, but she did.

She started to realize she had no one but the people surrounding her. At six years old, her hair reached past her shoulders and her black eyes had an intelligent spark within them. She started to search all the corridors, to sneak in Snape's Potions classroom and read Dumbledore's books. She had no one to talk to but the Sorting Hat. She was tall for her age, skinny with long legs and pale skin. Her lips like pink rose petals rarely smiled when she was surrounded by people, but when she was on her own she sang lullabies to herself and laughed at nothing. She wasn't allowed to leave Dumbeldore's office during the scholar year because there were only a handful of people who knew about her existence outside of Hogwarts. In this time, her step brother she had no idea she had grew in a family who hated him but had no other option but to take care of him. Harry wasn't doing better than Ann and maybe if she knew, she wouldn't have been so sad because Dumbledore barely spoke to her, Snape was always grumpy and McGonagall was no-where to be found. She was a genuine creature everyone looked at interested. She was a living mystery and everyone did researches on her father. If the Minstery of Magic knew about her, they would have written an article in the 'Daily Prophet' in which Dumbledore would have been called a pedophile. Or maybe she would have been taken as Voldemort's child. To be fair, they have thought that she might be his child and that the woman who brought her might have been someone close to the Dark Lord.