Such a beautiful child. She lays on her death bed. This weight was put onto me years ago. The day I met her mother while sitting on a park bench. I looked into her daughter's mysterious silver eyes. And when I saw that spot, I knew. If I tried to explain, it would only be more confusing. But I have just always had a vision of a person's future by looking into their eyes.

I had never seen the two before in my life. But I knew what would happen. It all came clear to me. This is what would connect me and this unknown girl.

That night, I put on my invisibility cloak, and went straight to their house. Only my senses could bring me straight there. It was like a dream. One doesn't know where they are going, but the path always leads to the right place. I quietly snuck up to the top floor and peaked through the window. There was her mom, summoning Voldemort to herself. This lady is completely crazy, I thought to myself. She actually believes her small power can over power the dark lord whose powers had abolished even the greatest wizards of this day.

And there he appeared. I had to use the best of spells to cover my loud breathing. There was that lady, trying to fight off the most evil and most powerful wizard living. It was a flash of five minutes and the lady was dead on the ground. The baby began crying. So he went to her cradle to most likely kill her right on the spot to leave the house empty of any warm blood. But when he looked into her eyes, it stung him and he fled. There I saw him outside, standing with one of his followers.

He went to the man and said, "What a stupid lady, beliving she can kill the great Voldemort! She is dead, and I have left her baby to rot. But that baby did something! She had that color in her eye. Tell me, Wormtail, do you know of anyone who has a baby with green eyes? I must kill them right now."

"Yes, sir. There are the Potters. They have a son. He has the eyes of his mother."

When the two of them were out of sight, I swung myself in through the window that had been opened to summon Voldemort. There was the baby. I grabbed her and looked into her eyes. The green hint was gone. It had turned blue. I knew that I would have to care for this child now. And when Voldemort would return to power, he would seek revenge on her. I held her closely as she cried. When she calmed down, I searched for anything I could find to learn of her name. On the shelf in their living room, I found a small album that read "Kaesi- 23/1" on it. I grabbed it to bring it to my house.

And so I raised Kaesi. One day she asked me if she was adopted, because I wasn't ever married, and didn't look at all like her. And I told her the story and handed her the album. I could tell she didn't feel sad, but felt frightened. I looked into her eyes and saw what would become of her. And to try to delay everything, I sent her to Prentice, a small wizarding school, so she could learn magic. And I went to continue medical arts so I could possibly save her from when she would meet up with the dark lord again.

This is how I knew- how I knew that Voldemort wasn't gone forever when Harry looked into his eyes. But I still do not know the full future. I tried looking into Kaesi's eyes many times to try to see if who I now called my daughter would live or not. But I couoldn't see. And now they are black. When I saw that, I had to send her friend away.

I still do not know if this child's fate is death. And who does know in the arms of Voldemort. She does not know that I am nursing her to health. She is not even sane enough to remember the story I told her of what really happened. It all seems to be a bunch of mixed events swarming in her head. And so I shall sit by her until I cannot anymore. There is no one I will ever love as much as her. She is the daughter I never had.

Posted By: Endrid (one of the nurses trying to cure Kaesi)