The Rise of a Dark lady

Chapter one - The Girl who lived

On the night of November 1, 1981 most of the Wizarding World of Britain was celebrating. They were celebrating the fall of the most powerful Dark Lord of the last 500 years, They celebrated, cheering the Savior of the Wizarding World. But not once during their celebration did they think about the price a young baby had to pay so they could have peace.

Not once did they think about the little orphan who was being left on the doorstep of a family who didn't want her. Not once did they think that that little Girl had lost all of her family that night.

It was on that night that Albus Dumbledore left the little orphan on the doorstep of her aunt's home. Albus Dumbledore, who was considered by many as the greatest wizard since the Founders of Hogwarts, was confident that he had made the right choice. They were, after all, the girl's family. It was best if she grew up away from all the fame that she was certain to receive, so that when she finally went to Hogwarts it would be easier to guide her in the right direction, because the girl would not have been subjected to the bigotry of the wizarding world. In all his wisdom he saw no problem with his plan, in his opinion there was no way it could go wrong.

It would take ten years for Albus Dumbledore to start to understand how wrong his plan would go, and a few more after that for him to really see just how wrong he was when it came to dealing with the young Dahlia Potter.

Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were in front of a house that had seen better days. It had an old and worn out look and it emitted a cold and desolate air. Albus Dumbledore verified the address again, and confirmed that they really were in the right place. The House wasn't a simple house, it was an orphanage, a girl's only orphanage and Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were there to see young Dahlia Potter.

Just like every year the Deputy-Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would send out the letters of acceptance to all the children that were registered and several professors would visit the students that were new to the wizarding world personally.

But this year there was something different; this year was the year that Dahlia would come back to the Wizarding World. Dumbledore spent several hours pondering on how to deal with the situation. If it were best to send a letter or a professor, and if he did send a professor which one would be appropriate? After several different options he concluded that it would be best if he went there himself. If he went himself he could even talk to the young girl and see what kind of child she was. Having made his choice he waited till Dahlia's birthday and apparated to Privet Drive.

What was supposed to be a nice afternoon talking with young Dahlia Potter and his family was anything but. The Dursleys lost no time in telling the Headmaster that they had left the freak, that was what they called the child, in the nearest police station. And they informed the Headmaster that they wanted nothing to do with freaks and then proceeded to close the door in the Headmaster's face.

It took five seconds for Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard alive, to understand what the Dursleys had told him. When he finally understood he did the only thing he could think of; he sought out Severus Snape, Hogwarts's Potion Master, to help him locate the young Potter. He may be the greatest wizard of his time, but even he admitted that talking to police officers and trying to find his way in the muggle world wasn't his cup of tea.

Finally, after a couple of hours, and with a little magical help, they were able to locate the young Dahlia Potter in an orphanage for girls: St. Abigail's. And that led them to sitting in a small, stuffed and mouldy office talking to the matron of the orphanage.

"You are here to take young Dahlia to a school for the gifted? Was that what you said?" asked Mrs. Brown.

Dumbledore smiled his usual grand-fatherly smile with a twinkle in his eyes when he answered. "That's right. She's been registered since birth, since her parents went there as well. Mrs. Brown, if you don't mind, could you tell me how long Dahlia's been here at the orphanage?"