Okay, yet another random idea. Harry Potter this time, though. I’m still not sure who the girl will end up with. So I’ll take a pole. Make a comment of who you think she should end up with. It can be any Harry Potter guy that already exists, except Draco. You’ll see why later in the story. It might get dirtier later on, but i don't know. So, yeah.... That’s it…. LAMAS!!!!!
Prologue – Daughter
â€œYes?â€ he said, opening the door. He was a good looking man, with gold-flecked green eyes, golden hair and battle scars.
â€œMr. Lupin, may I come inside?â€ said the ancient Professor Albus Dumbledore.
â€œOf course, Professor.â€
After Remus closed the door, and turned to the Professor, he noticed the small bundle in his arms.
â€œThis is the reason Iâ€™m here. Remus, I have a great favor to ask of you.â€
â€œWhat is it, Professor?â€
â€œIt is not a favor Iâ€™d ask of most menâ€¦.â€
â€œWhat is it?â€
Dumbledore slowly unwrapped the bundle. Inside was a little one-year-old baby girl. She was beautiful, with her pale, flawless skin, perfect heart-shaped face, and abundant golden-red curls. She opened her almond shaped eyes, and Remus saw they were a deep, hypnotizing chocolate brown.
â€œSheâ€™sâ€¦amazing...â€ Remus said in awe. â€œWhat does she have to do with me?â€
â€œI want you to care for her, to raise her as you own.â€
Remusâ€™ awe turned to anger.
â€œBut, Professor! I canâ€™t! Iâ€™m a werewolf! I donâ€™t have any money! I canâ€™t raise a child, let alone a girl!â€
â€œPlease, Remus. She has no family, no home, and no name.â€
â€œCanâ€™t you find someone else?â€
â€œNo. I can only entrust her to you. She is no ordinary witch.â€
â€œSheâ€™s a witch? How can you tell?â€
â€œI have my ways,â€ the Professor said mysterious. â€œNow, tell me Remus; will you take her?â€
â€œThank you. This girl has an amazing destiny, and she will need you to prepare her for it,â€ Dumbledore said, handing Remus the bundled baby girl and disappearing out the door.
â€œAmazing destiny, huh?â€ Remus mumbled to himself. â€œHmmâ€¦you need a name, sweetheart. What do you think ofâ€¦Rebecca? No, that wonâ€™t doâ€¦. Angelica? You are like an angelâ€¦but, noâ€¦.â€ he continued like that until midnight, playing with different names for his new daughter. â€œThe moon is beautiful tonightâ€¦.â€ he muttered randomly. â€œThatâ€™s it!â€ he said, jumping up. â€œI know what Iâ€™ll name you; Selena. Selena Lupin, beautiful, donâ€™t you think?â€
He took the babyâ€™s giggle as a sign of agreement.