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Chapter 1

There is a famous quote: When you lose a loved one the pain never gets easier you just learn to live with it. During the spring of 1998 loved ones surrounded me but they weren't standing by my side, they were laying on the ground their eyes frozen open and their skin cold and stiff. It was the same scene that I found myself in when I was only three years old.

I'm getting a little ahead of myself however, I suppose I should start at the beginning.

My mother's name was Raena Shacklebolt she was the niece of Kingsley Shacklebolt who was one of the most high-ranking Auror's in the Ministry of Magic. Although Kingsley wasn't in the original Order of the Phoenix many called my mother a brave soul and she joined when she was only 18 while also working at the Ministry of Magic herself. When she joined the Order of the Phoenix she met my father who's name was Solomon Hagrid, the half brother of Rubeus Hagrid who was Keeper of Keys and Games at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

People said it was love at first sight and after knowing and then dating each other for only two years they eventually were married, then I came along a few short months later in the spring of 1978. My name is Alma Aria Hagrid, although most might know me by the alias of the Girl-Who-Saw.

I know it is the worst name ever but I can't help it; that is what people started calling me after I witnessed the events that happened on the fateful day that changed everyone's lives, at least for thirteen years.

October 31, 1981

My father was driving my mother and I to my Godparents house in order for me to trick or treat in their neighborhood and so that they could see my costume. My parents still believed that I was to young to apparate and because of where we were going we couldn't use the floo network or a portkey.

My parents were smiling and laughing as they discussed something that was said between Albus Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley as they discussed muggle sweets when I interrupted. "Mum do you think I'll be able to play with the baby?"

My mother twisted around in her seat to smile at me, "I'm sure if he's awake you'll be able to hold him darling, but remember that he is only one so he might already be sleeping by the time we get there." I nodded and smiled as I ran a hand down the length of my costume. I had decided to dress as a phoenix since I was basically the unofficial mascot of the Order of the Phoenix.

My parents took me to every meeting and you could always find me playing tag with Remus Lupin, sleeping against Sirius Black while he was in his animagus form, or playing hide and seek with Peter Pettigrew –not to mention he cheated by hiding inside of walls-, or in the kitchen "helping" Molly Weasley cook when in reality Mrs. Weasley simply enchanted pots and pans to make a type of Simon says game of sorts to keep me busy and out of her way.

It wasn't long until we pulled up along the curve of a particularly warm looking cottage in Godric's Hollow -although to muggles the space where it laid appeared to be an empty lot- light poured out of every window and two small jack-o-lanterns laid on the doorstep. The car had barely stopped when I had already threw off my seatbelt and jumped out of the car not at all registering the warning my mother gave me to watch out for the slick autumn leaves that littered the small pathway to the house.

I probably should have listened because at the last second the heel of my red-orange Mary Jane's caught in a rather large clump of wet leaves and slid my body forward sending me face first into the front door causing a loud bang to be heard and the windows situated on each side of the door to rattle. I was sitting on the ground cupping my nose with my hand and trying to hold the tears in when the front door was unlocked and a tall woman with thick dark red hair and almond shaped green eyes looked down at me smiling.

"Aunt Lily…" I looked up at her with dots of tears in the corner of my eyes and my lower lip quivering. "Oh Alma, I have a feeling even though you're older, my little Harry will have to look after you at Hogwarts." She said as she bent and scooped me up in to her arms. I shook my head quickly, "Nu uh it will be me who's looking after him with Uncle Hagrid." She smiled and kissed my forehead, "I'm sure you will." She lowered me to my feet as my parents finally made it to the door, "Lily! You look wonderful dear, you must tell me your secret after this one knocks me up again." My mother exclaimed as she wrapped Lily up in a hug and gestured lightly to my father who stood a little ways away chuckling at my mother's choice of words.

Lily laughed lightly, "Nonsense, come in you three out of the cold I had just pulled out a batch of cauldron cakes when Alma made her presence known." She laughed again and ushered us all through the door to the house. I instantly ran through the house and to the kitchen and saw James Potter charming the cauldron cakes and the plates in the cupboard to magically sit on the table and three small cauldron cakes to sit on each plate.

I ran towards him and immediately attached myself to his leg, "Hi uncle James!" He was momentarily startled but then smiled down at me as he put his wand down on the table. He picked me up by my waist and spun me once in the air before setting me down again. "Alma my dear, you look outstanding!" I giggled and gave him a twirl and if you looked closely into the feathers that made up my skirt you could see little sparks go off as I moved. "I'm Fawkes uncle James!"

His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled at me, "Of course of course dear, and what a lovely little phoenix you make." He said as he handed me a plate, "Would you like to go up and talk to Harry before you go trick or treating?" He said and I nodded vigorously. I quickly scrambled up the stairs until I reached his room and quietly pushed open the door just in case he was napping.

I tiptoed across the room until I reached his crib and set my plate of goodies on a small table that held a lamp. I walked closer to the bars of his crib, "Haaaarrrryyyyy…" I quietly whispered, his small head turned towards me and I was rewarded with the view of a perfect copy of my aunt Lily's eyes on my uncle James' face. His face spread into a wide smile with all his gums and four small teeth on full display. "Hello Harry, happy Halloween. Would you like me to read to you again?"

I smiled as he cooed at me and stretched his small pudgy hands in my direction. I nodded and pulled a chair close to his crib then I ran to the bookcase that was located in the back of the room and took out a worn copy of the tales of Beetle the Bard. I gently slid the book in between the bars of his crib before climbing on the chair and over his bars and plopped down next to Harry.

I crossed my legs and sat him in my lap and opened the book in front of us. "Now let's see. Maybe we can look at the Fountain of Fair Fortune today." Harry smiled wide and clapped his tiny hands together; I smiled at him and began to read.

We were only half way through the story when a large crash could be heard from downstairs, if Harry wasn't in my lap I was sure I would have jumped several feet into the air. There was yelling downstairs and what sounded like my father and uncle James telling someone to leave. A few minutes later frantic running could be heard coming up the stairs and a second later my mother and Aunt Lily burst through the door looking visibly shaken and very scared.

Lily immediately scooped Harry up from my lap and was murmuring something to him that I couldn't hear; all the while my mother had taken me in her arms and was speaking to me softly. "My sweet Alma, I'm so sorry, I should have told you that there may come a time where your father and I would have to leave you, but just remember we will always be with you. When the sun rises and sets, when the wind blows through your hair, and whenever you need a friend. We will always be there, remember that." By this point tears had begun their descent down her cheeks, I was young and I couldn't understand what she meant at the time and I began to cry because my mother who was always the epitome of comfort for me was crying. "Mommy what are you saying?" I said as I gripped her shirt. She shook her head and handed me to Lily who had already put Harry back into his crib.

I didn't want to let go of my mother and although I didn't understand exactly what was happening at the time I knew that it was something big and horrible. Lily wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close as I breathed in her smell of warmth and chestnuts. "Alma I am sorry to give you so much responsibility when you're still so young but I must give you a very important task." She paused as she looked into my eyes and I was able to commit the color to memory. "I ask that you watch over Harry just like we've always talked about and be the sister that he will never have."

I nodded slowly, "Of course aunt Lily but where are you and mommy going?" She never answered simply smiled at me and gently kissed my forehead before setting me back in to Harry's crib. Then at the same time my mother and Lily both brought their wands out of their sleeves and began to speak low melodic words and waved their hands over the crib. They had just finished when the door to Harry's nursery was blown open; they quickly whirled around and pointed their wands at a black-cloaked figure that had stepped into the room.

"You stay away from our children Tom!" My mother screamed at the figure. The hood jerked in the direction of my mom and a low hissing could be heard, "How dare you! Miserable blood traitor!" Barely a second had passed before a bright green light filled the room and hit my mother in the chest and she crumpled to the ground.

"Raena!" Lily had run to my mother and kneeled beside her and stroked her hair softly. "Mommy!" I screamed. Lily kneeled before the cloaked figure and slowly laid down her wand. "Please not Harry… take me, kill me instead—"

"Step aside Mud Blood, this will be your first and only warning." Lily backed up until her back was pressed to the bars of the crib. "Not Harry! Please… have mercy… leave them alone! Please… I'll do anything." A moment later another flash of green lit the room and Lily was laying face down on the carpeted floor. I scooped Harry into my arms and tried to shield him as much as I could. The cloaked man lifted his wand and I could only mutter one word, "Please…" Before the green light once again filled the small room, however, time seemed to move in slow motion as I saw the jet of green move towards us aiming straight for the infant in my arms. I watched as it got closer but instead of touching and killing Harry it simply slid across his skin and made an odd zigzag shape on his forehead before it traveled to me and slid across my skin as well. It traveled up my chest to my face and lingered shortly around my eyes until it shot back to the cloaked figure. To me all of this felt like 500 years but in reality it couldn't have been longer than a few seconds as an animal-like wail filled the air and the figure suddenly disappeared. I exhaled a breath that I didn't know I was holding and after confirming Harry was okay I collapsed on the small mattress.

I'm not really sure who found us, all I know is that we were split up. Harry was sent to live with his muggle aunt who lived in a muggle neighborhood; then there was me. I thought there were countless people I could have gone with but it turns out there weren't. I thought I could go with Remus but because of his condition he said it wasn't safe for me. I tried Sirius next but before my eyes he was arrested and brought to Azkaban for a crime I knew he would never commit. The same day Peter disappeared; although I would never want to live with him anyway. I didn't want to ask Mrs. Weasley because of all the children they had it was way more than cramped at the burrow. Then I tried my uncle Kingsley but because of his job of being an Auror he said that it was too dangerous for me to stay with him. That left only one person: uncle Hagrid. Everyone had decided that it was the safest place, after all there is no place in the world safer than Hogwarts, especially because of how widespread I was known now. Word spread quickly about the Boy-Who-Lived and even quicker about the Girl-Who-Saw. There were many people and reporters that constantly followed me about, hoping to fully understand what had happened that night, but I couldn't even understand what exactly had happened all that I was able to understand was that because I was touched by the killing curse my eyes had turned a startling shade of green.

The hordes of people following me had gotten so bad that Dumbledore himself had to address the public and tell them that I would be under his protection at Hogwarts. So instead of being raised around people in the small hallways of my childhood home, I was raised around many different kinds of magical creatures and in the long and ever-changing corridors of Hogwarts School. By the time I had gotten my letter I had made friends with the mermaids in the Black Lake, many different friends with the various creatures that occupied the Forbidden Forest, and the professors and the house-elves that taught and worked at Hogwarts had become my surrogate family.

Anyway, now that I have gotten you up to speed about my past it's time I told you about my future, and about the boy I met in the winter of my third year who gave me another reason to start fighting back.

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