Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling so I do not own anything from her original books.
So this is my first fanfiction for Harry Potter. I hope you like it, bear with me it will get much better, I just had to get some technical things out first.
Chapter One
Torture
October 29, 1981
Adrianna put her daughter in her crib. It was very late. She couldn't believe that it was taking him so long to come home.
She gazed down at her sleeping child. Her scarlet hair stood out from the yellow blanket tucked in around her.
Then an explosion sounded behind her. She grabbed her wand from the shelf next to the crib. Her child screamed at the noise.
Adrianna stood defensively in front of the crib.
High pitched laughter filled the room.
"Adrianna my dear, you haven't changed a bit."
Her nostrils flared as she looked into the red eyes that looked her up and down.
"I wish I could say the same about you."
She raised her wand and was flung back against the wall, her wand disappearing from her hand.
"I don't think so my dear."
She glared up at him.
Pain coursed through her as she was lifted magically into the air.
She caught the sight of her daughter starting wide eyed at what was happening. She was crying.
The man flicked his wand and Adrianna was on her feet.
"Where are they?"
"I do not know who or what you are talking about."
Piercing pain shot through her and her knees buckled under her.
"You do know and you are going to tell me."
He flicked his wand threateningly.
She was scared and she was going to die whether or not she told. All she could think about was her daughter.
Like he could read her mind, his eyes flicked to the crib.
"Will this make you talk?"
High pitched screaming erupted around her. Tears left her eyes as she screamed at him to stop.
"Oh Adrianna everything will stop, just tell me what you know."
"I don't know anything!" she screamed.
"Lies."
The screaming filled the room again.
"No! Leave her alone."
The screaming stopped but she saw him flick his wand again and a bundle of yellow blankets flew into his arms.
He unwrapped it to show her the face of her child. It was streaked with fear.
"Please," she whispered.
He put her little girl on the floor beside him, and flicked his wand.
Her little mouth opened and she screamed louder than she had before.
"Stop! She's just a baby, kill me if you want just leave her alone!"
"In time dear, first I need the information you have."
"I don't know anything."
He looked into her eyes and she shuddered. She knew he was probing her mind and she didn't like it.
The screams started and she tried to lunge for her wand that was beside the crib.
She was tossed back again. Pain erupted in her head but now there was something forcibly holding her in place.
"Where is your husband then?"
"He doesn't know anything he's just a muggle."
"Liar."
The shrieks started again. "Please stop, she's not the one you want, it's me."
She sobbed and her daughter's screams continued.
"I'm not the keeper, neither is he," she sobbed.
"Ahh, now we are getting somewhere. That wasn't so bad now."
The screams continued, "Leave her alone!"
She saw him smile but he kept his want pointed at her daughter.
"I don't know anything else!" she pleaded.
"Ah but you've lied before, what's to stop you from lying to me again."
"Please, I'm not lying."
He flicked his wand to her, and the pain shot through her. She screamed in agony.
Then it stopped.
He looked down at her baby again. She followed his gaze and he shot the curse at her child again.
Her little body writhed in pain then suddenly stopped.
"No! Alena no!"
She lunged through the barrier that had held her before. She got to her baby in time. She knew it because she felt her little body in her arms.
Then a flash of green light and nothing.
He looked at the pathetic woman. She had tried to save her already dead daughter. It was a stupid thing for her to do. It only ended her life sooner than it would have.
He pushed the woman off the child.
He looked at the little thing feeling nothing. He was however slightly taken aback from her appearance.
The little girl's hair had been a deep red, now it was silver.
He shoved the thought off. She was dead, the mother was dead. And it was disappointing. She had much potential. Adrianna had a lot of power that he had been interested in. But of course, she had chosen else where.
He stepped over the corpses and walked out of the door. He walked through the living room and a picture caught his eye.
He looked it over.
"A family photo how special."
The people in the frame glared at him. The woman and child he had just finished off were standing in the middle with a shaggy haired man standing next to them. Next to him there was a man with glasses and his red haired wife holding a black haired baby.
He glared at it. He dropped it and flicked his wand at it, the picture burst into flames.
He smiled and he walked out the front door.
"He's in for a surprise when he comes home."
His laugh echoed around the square as he disapparated.
The square was eerily quiet.
A young man suddenly appeared a few feet from where he had set a shield charm. He immediately knew it had been broken.
He looked up at the house and did a spell. He raced to the door.
"Adrianna!" he cried out.
He raced down the small hallway and into the tiny nursery.
Then he saw his love lying on the floor, lifeless.
"No Adrianna, baby no," he pleaded.
He turned her over and shouted out as he saw his little girl. Her appearance startled him but he was so overcome with grief to really care.
He reached out and grabbed her in his arms. He cradled her with one arm while he held Adrianna in his other. His whole life had been taken from him.
As sobs ripped through him a tiny hand squeezed his. He looked down startled and broke out in deeper sobs as he kissed the top of his little girl's head. Somehow she had been spared. He didn't know how she was alive. Voldemort never let anyone live when he decided to kill them.
He couldn't move and he didn't want to. But he had to.
He wrenched his wand out of the pocket of his jacket. He sent his patronus to find Dumbledore.
He waited for him, on the floor of the nursery holding his daughter and his wife.
He heard him enter the house and looked at the doorway of the room. In strolled Dumbledore in his horn-rimmed glasses that covered his tearful eyes.
"I'm so sorry."
He nodded in reply.
He kissed Adrianna for the last time and stood for Dumbledore.
"Dumbledore," he hesitated.
Dumbledore looked at him with sad eyes, "Yes."
He tried to arrange to words but failed, "Alena."
Dumbledore's eyes traveled down to Alena's face. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. He went and put his hand to her forehead. He looked at her with curiosity and concern. His brow crinkled with confusion.
"I have no idea," he finally answered. "And I don't think we want to know what happened to her."
"But we do know what happened to her. We don't know why he didn't…" he couldn't finish the sentence.
"She's alive, that's the only thing that counts. We should not question life, just celebrate it."
He looked back at his daughter. He felt tears running down his face again.
"What do you think he wanted?" he said through gritted teeth.
"I have a pretty good idea. We know he's been trying to find Adrianna. And he probably thought she knew more information about the Order."
He winced at Dumbledore's words. Adrianna didn't know much. She had kept out of it so she could be with Alena.
Dumbledore seemed to read his thoughts, he nodded at him. Sadness leaked into Dumbledore's eyes. Adrianna had been one of his favorite students.
"I think we need to give her some potions. We don't know what kind of internal damage has been done," suggested Dumbledore pointing to Alena.
He agreed. He didn't want to lose his daughter too. He did as much as he could with Dumbledore, but seeing Adrianna like that was too much for him. He took Alena to their living room.
He smelled something he hadn't noticed before. Over by the bookshelves there was a pile of ash.
He put Alena on an armchair and went over to examine it.
He looked at the row of pictures that Adrianna had decorated the otherwise empty shelf. The ash had been a picture of their family.
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