Promise

Many of you knows his story, but no one has ever heard of 'hers'.

It was foretold that after murdering Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter, evil Lord Voldemort puts a killing curse on Harry, then just a baby. The curse inexplicably reverses, defeating Voldemort and searing a lightning-bolt scar in the middle of the infant's forehead. Harry is then left at the doorstep of his boring but brutish aunt and uncle, the Dursleys.

But how did Albus Dumbledore knew about 'you know who's party crashing?

In the midst of chaos, at the age of 9 was a girl who stood infront of the Potter's doorstep. Her crimson hair was blown by the wind as her jet orbs stared at the closed door.

She glanced at the far side of the path and her eyes held pity as her shaky hands pressed the door bell. Lily Potters stood beautiful with her dress, in her embrace was a young boy. Their eyes met and the innocent child beamed with happiness, not knowing the tragedy approaching them.

As if Lily understood her, the glowing happy face she held before turned sour, then next was fear and worry as her eyes kept on glancing unto her child.

Her voice wavered as she yelped for her husbands name, who by then came rushing, sensing his wifes emotion.

"What happened?" his eyes scanned the room then landed unto the figure of the girl. It was as if someone poured him cold water when he understood that she had come with a grave news in hand.

"We don't have a lot of time, Aunt Lily, Uncle James, you have to go. He is coming. And he ought to kill you no matter what. You have to leave! quick!" she gasped for air as she felt her heart beating crazily, as if it might burst out from her with a single snap.

"James, what should we do, Harry *sob" the poor woman tightly embracing her son as her husband silently wrapped his arms around them, kissing her temple while his honest eyes showed how much will he has to have to suppress his emotions.

"Take her with you and our child, go upstairs and stay with Professor Dumbledore, you will be safe with him. While I will stay and bide you some time." His eyes flickered to the short statute of the young girl as his eyes where pleading for her.

"take care of them, please. No matter what happens, take Harry to professor." glancing at his worrying wife, he kissed her quivering lips and as well as his childs forehead, before he whispered sweet nothings and I love you's to them.

Suddenly the door flew with the sound of a thunder, then a figure of a man with his signature cloak defined him who he was, and what his purpose was.

James told them to go upstairs as Voldemort stepped inside, behind him was his group of hoodlums everyone calls Death Eater, prepared to pounce at a single command.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood proudly as her crazy antics begun, laughing maniacally as she playfully hops around. She leaned over to James' shoulder and whispered to him.

"Join us~, James~" her playful words and her dragging the last letter of it.

"I'd rather die" James grabbed his wand as Voldemort casted a forbidden spell, killing James in an instant.

"My pleasure" feeling the amusement, Lucius Malfoy scoffed as to how easy it was to kill the famed strong wizard who now, was dead.

Voldemort snorted as his eyes wandered upstairs. His heavy foot steps was like a rythmic sound of the beating heart of the people inside.

Lily then told the young girl to hide, and so like how she always did, she grabbed the invisibility cloak James gave her and hid in the closet. Through the holes, she watched how Lily protected her child and died under Voldemorts hand.

Her heart was swallowed by fear as she saw the lunatic son of Barty Crouch glanced at her direction. For fear of being found, and knowing that she had no power over them, who by numbers overpowered her.

Holding the ring in her finger, she immediately transported far from there before he could find her there. And fortunately Voldemort told them to leave, and so they did.

Her eyes swelled with tears as she remembered how Voldemort casted a spell towards the young child. She bawled in fear, worry and anger as she pitied the poor family, then to herself.

She hated how powerless she was that she can't even save them.

Shivering, she slumped to the floor as she hugged her knees. How weak was she.

Glancing to the sky, she only hoped that the owl would deliver the message now.

She staggered to gather herself as she walked to her manor.

It was just a while ago when she saw what happened today in her dream, in there, Harry and his parents died, but deep within her, she hoped that her, messing up the flow would result to something good.

She was a child abandoned at the forbidden forest, left to fend for herself at the young age of 3. Lucky for her, the kind clan of centaurs took pity of her.

Then when she reached 4, the centaurs were haunted by the Death Eaters and so they fled, she was then taken under by the unicorns who took her to their hidden place where nobody knew.

She decided to study at Hogwarts but was too young and so she sneaked in and was found by Hagrid, whom from time to time taught her everything he knew.

Ever since, she never knew who she was and where she came from. All they knew and she knew, was that she had the ability to see the times beyond our knowledge.

And now at the age of 9, she was living under Dumbledore's brother's manor.

Through her existence, a few only knew her. And it was said to be counted with her two hands.

Even though she felt hopeless, still she knew in her heart, that she was ought to protect Harry, no matter what.

She doesnt care even if she lived unanounced, what was important was, she can protect him, at all cost.

That was her promise.

Even if it costs her life.