Harry Potter and the Daughter of Darkness {Introduction} ( HP story)

Daze finished up supper and went upstairs into her room. She quickly got out a small note book and a quill. She always wrote in her diary before going to bed.

Dear Diary, (is how it started)

I had the greatest time with Harry today. We talked about each others personal feelings and past in the park down the street. Diary, I know he is the type of person I can trust. He’s respectful, caring, and intelligent. I like him very much. Though, I still wish I could be invited to a magic school, being home schooled and all keeps me away from others and meeting new friends. Well, goodnight.

Daze set her diary on her night stand and went to get in bed when- whoosh! Something flew in her room and landed in her hair.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Daze screamed. “Get it off get it off!” She stumbled around her room trying to find a ‘weapon.’ “AAAAAUUUNNNNNNTTTT!!!!”

Her Aunt and Uncle flew in the room to find her niece screaming bloody murder and a thing on her head flapping its wings. It was tangled in her hair.

“Stand still, Daze!” Uncle Kenny said. Daze did as she was told but had a look of fear plastered on her face.

“Hey, look Hun, it’s an owl.” Aunt Jane laughed. She hastily walked over to Daze and untangled her hair from the owl.

“Stupid bird…” Daze whispered.

Her Aunt just laughed. “It’s signed to you, Daze. Open it.”

Daze Craft Derk

123 Privet Drive

To the Attic

“How does this person know I live in the attic?” Daze asked.

“Just open it.” Her Aunt smiled.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Dear Miss. Derk,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins in September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Arriving on August 20, a wizard family by the last name of Weasly and others will bring you to a building where you can prepare for your year and will be given a tour through Diagon Alley.

Signed,

Professor McGonagall

Daze stood there wide eyed and shocked.

“B-but… I’ve never been invited to a magic school ever since… the incident.”

“Honey, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Aunt Jane answered.

“First off, I had a meeting with the Headmaster. He’s a humble man, and… he is very safe to be around. He is Professor Dumbledore; do you remember having a lesson about him?”

“Yes,” Daze replied. “He was the one that defeated Voledomort, right?”

Her Aunt flinched a bit at the name but kept talking. “Well, I’d feel ten times better if you went to this school because of him. Daze, I need to tell you why you’ve been homeschooled all this time.”

“What do you mean? You’ve been keeping me homeschooled on purpose?” Daze asked.

“Daze, we know your prophecy. We’ve heard it because we are members of the Order of the Phoenix, we… well, were aloud too. Once we heard it… well, we’ve been keeping an eye on you like a hawk. Obviously we knew that you would be in grave danger if we heard it but… we were foolish.”

“What is it?” Daze demanded, trying to act tough.

“Daze, you are the Daughter of Darkness.”

“What?” Daze asked. “What’s that?’

“Have you ever wondered why you have a scar of an outlining of a bird on your neck?” Her Aunt asked.

“Not really.” Daze replied. “I thought it was a birth mark.”

“In a way it is.” Her Aunt shrugged. “Long ago when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named first came to power, and when he first started to gather his followers, he thought that he needed someone who he’d know that would always stay by his side no matter what. But he knew that no wizard or witch could fully be trusted. So one night on a solar eclipse, he went to the darkest part of the Forbidden Forest and created someone by using darkness. That someone he called was the Daughter of Darkness.

But some time later the Daughter of Darkness withered and perished- ashes was all that was left of her. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gave her the powers of the phoenix, so every time the Daughter of Darkness dies; she comes back from the Dark in an unexpected place every 5 years- any where in the world.

See, that was the flaw that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did. He didn’t think about that. So ever since the first death of the first Daughter of Darkness, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been searching for her so then she will be able to help him to finish his dirty work.

So many years have gone by that the real Daughter of Darkness had forgotten all about her past and her purpose.”

“No! That’s not true!” Daze yelled. “I’m not like that! I can’t be the person; I’m not dark at all!” Tears were started to come to her eyes as she backed away from her Aunt.

“Daze, please. Control yourself.” Her Uncle started.

“All of those incidents that happened in school reflected your feelings, whenever you get angry at someone, that person has something bad happen to them. If you start to control and understand your powers, you might be able to use it for good and not hurt anyone.”

“But how,” Daze balled. “This is too much for me.” Dark clouds started to roll in and thunder was heard in the distance.

“If it makes you feel better,” Her Aunt Jane said as she shoed Uncle Ken out in the hall and closed the door. “I’ve made private lessons with a teacher in Hogwarts so you can control your powers better, although I don’t know what he teaches, or his name. Dumbledore will get back to me soon. Now, please, have some rest I’ll ask you in the morning what you would want to do.” Her Aunt hurried to the door and turned off the light. “Remember, a friend will always be watching you, Daze.”

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Harry read the note from Hermione over again.

Dear Harry,

I couldn’t resist not writing to you because it’s so nice to hear that you’re ok. It is also neat to know that you have a new friend. Now you can talk to someone when you’re not at Hogwarts. I really don’t think that it’s a big deal that your friend is different. Maybe it could be but we should just wait and see. Well, I’ll see you at the Hogwarts Express.

Your friend,

Hermione.

Well, I think it’s weird. Harry stubbornly thought. He put the letter in his drawer and got comfy in his bed. Tomorrow will be a different day, he could already tell.