The Seeker

New Arrival

December 21st, 1978

It was a cold December night. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Everything seemed normal to an old lumberjack who was wandering through the forest with a light torch in his  hand.

He was walking towards his hut by the end of a forest when he heard a baby's cries coming from nearby. As he approached the noises, he saw a helpless newborn wrapped in a thin white cover laying on a log. He lifted a child in his free hand. His hands were large compared to the baby that fisted almost perfectly into his hands, placed in a thick woolen glove. The baby's cries stopped as it felt warm and safe in his arms. 

Even though he knew he wasn't capable of rasing a child, a man took a child with him because he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the child to freeze to death. 

The man's  name was Issac, Issac Woodward.

The man who lived by himself in the forest and was often called a freak by the other witches and wizards who knew about him, but what they didn't know is that Issac was much more than just a loner living by himself in the woods. He was a wise and gracious wizard who was about to become the guardian of a child whose capabilities and power were unknown even to Merlin.

He was yet to find out who the child really was.

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Later that night, when Issac was just about to fall asleep on a wooden chair next to the bed in which the baby was tucked, there was a knock on the door that shook him from falling asleep. He got up from his chair carefully, not wanting to wake a child who was sleeping deeply. He approached the door and opened it carefully, as he was never getting visitors at this time of the night. He looked around to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. As he was about to close the door, he noticed a letter on the ground and picked it up before entering the house.

He looked at the letter. It didn't say who it was from. He opened the letter that was written in an obvious rush. The letters were written so sloppy and messy that they were almost unreadable. With some effort, he managed to read what was written on a piece of yellowish paper. He then stopped for a moment. He was now looking at the child who was so peacefully and innocently resting in his bed.

Could it be?

That that angel looking baby was a child of Bellatrix Lestrange and The Dark Lord himself.