A rainy eve in downtown Southampton saw Sister Adaline, moving down the road, huddled in an old, patchy raincoat. She walked swiftly for a 60 years old lady, her short somewhat buckfooted straids leading her towards home. She turned a corner into one of the most unkempt streets of the city and upon reaching a sorrowful, crumbling old building, came to a sudden halt.
The flickering streetlight above, illuminated a board hung on the stone wall by the door.
"Parker Children's House" , it read.
And on the doorstep stood a basket, with a bundle of blankets lying inside.
Sister Adaline bent over and took the bundle into her arms. A little face was revealed, framed by tufts of wavey hair of a strange reddish-black shade.
The child let out a soft whimper, stirred and flickered her eyes open. Under the shadow of the long lashes that trailed her cheek, her big brown eyes were molten bowls of dark chocolate. A fold of the patchwork quilt covering her came undone, revealing a bit of parchment.
Walk the path of light, Ria. We love you.
Sister Adaline stuffed the note in her coat pocket and took the girl into the house.
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The Philosopher's Stone (A Harry Potter Rewrite)
FanfictionLife at the orphanage is all Ria has ever known. After her parents left her at the door when she was merely an year old, she strived to enjoy life the best she could. Until a mysterious woman shows up at her doorstep claiming that she is a witch and...
