Hi!
New HP fic...
Hope you guys like it...
Next chappie up tomorrow most likely...

BTW
Aila & Saeliin are Scandinavian...
and I own them..
the others are JK Rowling's...

Voriina

1
Prologue

"I want out." The young redhead stated, positive of her decision. She stood tall behind her beliefs without flinching. The dark haired boy she was speaking to slowly turned his head in her direction. His piercing green eyes mirrored hers. He wasn't a very tall boy at the age of eighteen. His girlfriend barely had to look up at him when they stood close; chest to chest. His shoulders were broad and the chest hidden under his robes was shaped nicely from all of the Quidditch training he put himself through year round. His face was hairless as he had already shaven that day. Even if he hadn't, there wouldn't have been much to show for. "I want out." She repeated softly as he turned to her.

"That's nonsense running through your head." He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his. His eyes softened and he smiled. "I love you." He sighed, his other had running down her arm to take her hand. She smiled weakly. Her red hair fell to the end of her ribcage, curls and waves shaping it. Bangs fell to her nose on either side of her face. Her body was slender, a small pouch protruding from her lower belly. It was hidden behind her robes, but it was there.

"I'm glad… and I love you too." She sighed, their hands entwining. She took his hand and moved it to the small pouch. "This is why I want out." His hand, open-palmed, scanned her belly and his eyes grew wide. Slowly, they fell down her body to his hand and back up again.

"You're…?" He couldn't finish the sentence. She looked away, biting her lip. Of course he would be upset. They were students at the best magical school in history; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. She was only a sixth year at the age sixteen and he was in his seventh and final year. They were too young for a child yet here it was, slowly growing inside her.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you." She said quietly. Her eyes rose to meet his. He was smiling, grinning from ear to ear. He put his other hand on her belly, spreading them out. She put her hands over his and smiled.

"I want to see it." He said excitedly. She laughed as he pulled her shirt from her skirt and raised it so he could see the small pouch.

"It's nothing just yet. Damien, how are we going to do this?" She squeezed his hand lightly. He looked up and his eyes grew serious.

"We'll work it out. They can't kick us out because we're pregnant." His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer. They had been dating since her third year. It had only grown more serious during her fourth year. Being in different houses didn't help matters either. While she was in Ravenclaw, he was in Slytherin. How they had managed to sneak a snog and more in was beyond them. It just sort of happened.

"We're pregnant?" She laughed. He pulled her close, his arms around her. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. She really did love him. And she was positive he felt the same way.

"Yes 'we'. This baby is just as much mine as it is yours." He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Their lips met and she melted against him. Together they would solve their problems. Yet, there was only one she was truly worried about. It wouldn't let them go as easily as she wished. Perhaps it was what she got for dating a Slytherin… and having his child.

"I told you I wanted out when I first found out I was pregnant! I let it slip then, always telling myself we would soon. Soon we'd be free. Now look! Don't you see the evil? How can we raise Saeliin to be a good person when we both stand by and watch this all happen? Think of their little boy! He is Saeliin's age!" Aila cried in anguish and she rushed after Damien. He acted as if he hadn't heard a word and this upset her even more. He had only been out of school for a year and he had already fallen deeper into the dark than ever. It was in the summer months when school was out on holiday that this problem had risen. Aila has stood on the sidelines long enough. She should have stood her ground on the subject before their daughter Saeliin had been born. Aila grabbed hold of Damien's arm. "He could have been her best friend!"

"There's nothing I can do about it. You of all people know that!" Damien roared, tearing his arm free. He turned to her, anger tainting his face red. His eyes were full of pain and it brought tears to hers.

"Damien there must be something we can do!" Aila put her hands on his chest and rested her forehead against her hands. He hugged her close before sliding his hands over her shoulders and taking hold of both of her wrists softly.

"There is nothing we can do. We must stay where we are for the sake of Saeliin. The others won't survive much longer. He's too powerful now. We're better off where we are…" His voice had dropped to a whisper. She looked up, her mascara streaming. "I love you Aila. And I love Saeliin. I wouldn't be who I am today without the two of you."

"I know…" He took this as a waving white flag of defeat and cuddled her close, resting his cheek on her forehead. "You'd be much worse." Her voice came out low and hurt. He pulled away, holding tight to her wrists, looking into her face.

"You think I'm a bad man? A bad father?" He questioned. She shook her head as she tried to pull free from his grasp.

"No! No! No… but the things you've gotten yourself into… Me into… Don't you think our lives would have been better off without this mess?" She begged him. His hold loosened.

"I only ever meant the best for us." He said sadly. She looked up slowly.

"Albus." Her eyes grew large and bright with hope. Damien looked at her unsure. "Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore is our only hope!" She grabbed Damien's shirt and held on tightly.

"You're speaking nonsense, love."

"No! We must contact Dumbledore… and tell him! He may be the only one who can save the Potters!" She was desperate now. A thought crossed her mind. Saeliin was at a muggle teenagers house; the babysitter. They could go now and contact Dumbledore without having to worry about dragging her into the mess.

"Well, well Damien. Is our dear Aila plotting against me?" A snickering voice made the young lovers freeze. They looked into each other's eyes, knowing this would be the last time they did so.

"I love you Aila, with all my heart." Damien took a deep breath, summoning himself together.

"I love you too Damien. Always have, always will." She choked back tears as she turned to face their master.

"Oh how sweet." Lord Voldemort snarled with disgust. He strolled into the house as if it were his. Aila and Damien stood tall. They had never spoken about their daughter, but there was nothing you could keep from him. He was the shadows that hid in your house… everywhere… watching and waiting. "I must say, I am sad to see you go. You were one of the most promising Death Eaters… there was only one problem." Voldemort told Damien. Damien looked at Aila. She looked back, wonder and worry in her eyes. Voldemort fiddled with his wand as an evil grin took control of his mouth. His characteristics were contorted, giving him the face of a serpent. He raised his wand and his mouth opened to spew forth an unforgivable curse. Green light exploded from the end of his wand, lighting the house aflame…

A few houses down the block, baby Saeliin began to cry. Krystal, her babysitter rushed into the room and picked up the baby. There had been a sudden explosion from outside that had shaken the entire house. Krystal's mother had rushed outside to see what had happened.

"It's Aila and Damien!" She came back in crying in panic. Krystal huddled the baby to her and peered through the window.

"Were they home?" She worried. She could feel tears prickling at the back of her throat. Saeliin had gone eerily silent. She peered down at the baby who looked out the window with her parents' emerald eyes, staring into the flames that engulfed her house. It was as if she were entranced in the glow… Krystal knew then somehow, that her parents had been in the house when the fire was lit. Saeliin was now an orphan.