Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling and co. I simple write for mine own enjoyment and that of others, not for profit.

A/N: This was a rolling around my brain for a while, but never got further than it is know. I couldn't write anything because this would NOT go away. Hopefully now I can work on my other stories.

The Orphanage

The roll of thunder and the pitter patter of rain masked the lone footsteps as the cloaked figure approached the orphanage. There was no one to see this person, the storm had driven all living things inside. Nevertheless, the person walked quickly. Constantly glancing around, an odd stick clutched in their hand.

The dark form ascended the steps swiftly. If anyone had been around to see, a flash of strange light might have caught their eye. The previously locked door swung open without it's characteristic groan. The person slipped inside and the door closed soundlessly behind them.

Now it was apparent that the person was a man. The cloak was shed silently and was gone in another flash of light. Out of his pocket came a swirl of fabric that moved like liquid silk. He disappeared just as suddenly as he came, vanishing on the spot.

Though there was no one there, footsteps could be heard moving down the hallway. Farther down the hall, women in nightgowns emerged from a large room, shaking their heads at the misfortune of what happened there.

The footsteps of the unseen figure stopped until the women had passed before continuing. Again the near silent steps resumed. The door that the women had exited from swung open gently.

Inside there was a young woman bathed candlelight and lightening strikes. She looked to be the kind of woman that tried desperately not care about another human being in the world, but there she was rocking an infant in her arms with a gentle smile on her face.

She was standing next to a woman on a bed. This woman had been no great beauty and death did her no favors. The peaceful look of sleep that so often graced the looks of those who have passed, did not come to her. Instead she looked as though her heart had broken in two, and now was to look permanently forlorn. Carefully reaching down with one hand, the woman pulled the dingy sheet over the woman's body.

She continued to coo at the child who blinked at her sleepily. She did not hear the approaching man over the rumble of thunder and her own nonsensical baby talk. Suddenly the room was silent and the woman found herself unable to move. Her eyes widened in terror as the baby was lifted carefully out of her frozen arms by an unseen force. The air in front of her seemed to ripple and the newborn disappeared from sight.

As the lightening and thunder crashed the last thing the woman saw was a pair of bright green emerald eyes. The last thing she heard was…