⏰ prologue - - - A two-year-old with dark hair and sharp green eyes was sitting in a cot in a house. Her name was Amaya. It was not a warm, home-like house, but dark and grey. A man with snake-like features, no nose and red eyes spoke in a low voice: "What will we do with her? I see potential... Not as much as the other one, but he is gone. She can not be a death eater until she turns 14. The blonde one is useless, she will be killed!" A dark-clothed death eater took a bundle of clothes with a blonde-haired baby inside and walked outside as Amaya watched. "Why do you have her, master? Where are their parents?" "Dead! Of course Wormtail, I killed them!" He let out a cackle that pierced the ebony sky. After the laugh died away, Voldemort spoke. "Send her to an orphanage." - - - short but yh
