Prologue

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Discaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its original characters.

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It was the night Lily and James were murdered. Peter Pettigrew walked down the street of Godric's hollow, unsure if the Dark Lord had already been there or not. The street lamps were the only source of light, and he couldn't see more than a few yards ahead, but eventually, he saw something odd where the house should have been. He saw what looked like ruins of an old house. That's when he knew, he's been there. Lily and James and his kids were dead.

Then, he heard a cry. He ran to the house and saw something he never would have expected. Clarice Amelia Potter, the teeny girl, sobbing on the ground next to her brother, who appeared to be dead, as her mother and father were. He scuttled over to her.

"C-Claire?" He stuttered slightly. He didn't understand how she of all people had survived, leaving only a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt right above her collar bone. She looked at him with large green eyes. "Y-you have to come with me, sweet heart. C-c-come with me and e-everything will be alright. I-I promise. Things will only get better i-if you c-come with me." She reached for her brother, trying to get Pettigrew to pick him up. "N-no, sweetheart, leave them. We have to go, quick s-sweetheart, quickly." She stood, wobbly on her small legs. He reached for her and picked her up, running into the night.

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"Peter… Peter, wait… This… Could be used to our advantage." The Dark Lord said, beginning to grin even in his weakened state.

"W-w-what d-do you m-mean, s-sir?" Pettigrew asked. It had been almost a full day since the attack at Godric's Hollow, and they had heard word of Harry and his state of…. Unfortunate health.

"Bring her to the Malfoy's. She could be used against her brother one day. Don't tell her who she really is. She'll figure it out eventually. Think of what Dumbledore will do… When he finds out we have the other Potter child to hold against him. She must be raised… As a death eater."

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So that's exactly what happened. The little two and a half year old girl's memory was wiped that day, and she was given to the Malfoy family. She'd quite obviously know she wasn't of that family. But she was, in fact, allowed to know she was adopted.

Voldemort disappeared after that, and wasn't to be seen for quite some time. He was weak, be he would come back…. Right under Dumbledore's nose.

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Sorry this is so short, guys, it's just the prologue. I promise the next chapter will be MUCH longer! :) Can't waittttt! :D