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A tiny baby girl was left on the Dursley's front door in the cold autumn night. Her name was Heather Potter. Her parents, Lily and James had been killed by Voldemort, but she had defeated him because of her mother's loving sacrifice. Heather was marked from the experience; she had a lightning bolt scar on her forehead. Heather had large, strikingly green almond-shaped eyes, dark red hair, and pale skin. The little girl looked at her surroundings. What was going to happen now? Who would raise The Girl Who Lived?
"All these houses are the same! It's starting to creep me out." A boy whined. He had brown hair, brown eyes and was a little chubby. He was wearing a collar, yellow hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.
"Stop whining Hige! We'll be out of here soon enough." Another voice said. He was tan, had silver hair, gold eyes and was clad in leather.
"Hey look at that!" A younger voice said.
The youngest voice jogged up to the doorstep of the Dursley's. He looked down at the little girl. She stared back at him with wide curious eyes. The boy had darker brown hair and had three silver bracelets on his wrist. The others walked over, five in total and looked down at the little girl. The female of the group, picked up the note that was delivered with Heather, blue eyes scanning the paper.
"It says her name is Heather Lillian Potter and that her parents are dead. These must be her other blood family. She's obviously to be entrusted into their care." She said, putting the note back. Truthfully, they could all read but Blue was the best at it. After the earth had reformed they had to become better at blending in with humans when the situation required. Thus they could all read, write and navigate the city much better than they were previously able to.
"They've already been out here. I can smell them on her. The female wears way too much perfume." Hige said, covering his sensitive nose.
"They abandoned her." The leader said, sea-colored eyes sad.
"What should we do?" The youngest member asked.
"Nothing Toboe. This is a human's problem." Tsume said, getting back to his feet.
"But she's only a baby." Toboe cried.
"She's human." The silver-haired one growled.
"But Tsume!" Toboe protested again.
Kiba knelt and picked up the baby girl. The little girl made a giggling sound and reached up to touch his scarred face.
“We’re taking her with us.” He said.
“Are you insane, Kiba!?” Tsume snarled.
“She’s all alone. She deserves a chance if nothing else.” Kiba said, gently touching the girl’s face. Little Heather yawned and grabbed his finger.
“Fine.” Tsume said gruffly. “But she’s going to learn how to pull her weight when she gets older.”
With that, the pack walked off, never looking back.