The Lost Robyn

Chapter One: Just Robyn

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Things you should know:

Peter Pettigrew did not escape until after the Ministry proved Sirius Black's innocence.

Sirius Black is in the Order and an Auror.

Sirius Black was married to a woman named Esme who was killed and their daughter, Robyn was kidnapped and presumed dead.

This fanfiction begins in the summer before Harry's first year.

Voldemort was never destroyed. He ran away and left Harry alone after the failed murder attempt. Lily and James Potter are dead.

Voldemort always had a young girl at his side. Even at his rebirth party in the fourth book. In this story, the rebirth party was really the girl's fifteenth birthday.

Everything else is pretty much the same.

Author's Note: I hope you like this story! I really enjoyed writing this chapter. There will be more to come!

Robyn sat in the alley, shivering. She pulled her shawl closer, trying to get warm. It had been two months and he had still not come looking for her. Within those months, she had lost a lot of weight. Living on the streets could do that to you.

She had always been an attractive child, with long, black curls and violet eyes. She was small, 5 foot one, and lack of food made her look frail. Robyn wasn't frail; she was strong minded and was very arrogant. It was how she was raised. But, she was not raised as a muggle, which was what she was living like now. Robyn was a witch, a very powerful one at that.

She stood up and ran to the muggle café she went to every day for the past two months. She walked in and smiled at the man, Billy. He already had her coffee waiting for her.

"Hey Just Robyn! How's it going?" Bill asked. When he had first met her, he had asked her for her name. She replied with Robyn, just Robyn. The nickname just stuck.

After taking a big gulp of the latté, she answered. "Same as usual. Can I see that paper?"

"Sure," Billy handed it to her. Robyn scanned the newspaper looking for any sign of Deatheater activity. Even though the newspaper was muggle, they would probably report and unexplained murders, disappearances, or 'severe weather'. To her surprise, there was none. Voldemort was obviously holding back. He was waiting for just the right time. He was mad, and it was all her fault.

Flashback:

"Father… I said I was sorry!" Robyn cried.

"You did it, even though I told you not to. I can't trust you anymore," Voldemort said.

"I said I was sorry! Please forgive me!" She wailed.

"The Dark Lord does not forgive!" Voldemort roared.

"You're going to kill me." It was not a question.

"Robyn… you knowingly destroyed my Horcrux. But, you are my daughter, and I can't stop loving you. You know I love you more than Black ever did," Voldemort said sadly, "No, I will not kill you. You can go live on the streets. The Ministry is after you. If they don't kill you than cold or hunger will. No Death Eater is permitted to help you. Your death will not be on my shoulders. You, my daughter, the heir of Slytherin, have failed me. GO!" Blinking back tears, Robyn snapped her fingers and apparated away to a small muggle village.

End Flashback

"Robyn, if there isn't a missing child article in there for you yet, I don't think you dad's gonna put in one. I think it is time to let go…" Billy whispered.

"Yea, let go…" Robyn echoed.

"Removing the mask might help," he added gently. She fingered the mask that her Father had given her to keep who she really was a secret. It was pure black with real diamonds encrusting the edges by her eyes.

"NO! A few more days. Bye Billy! Same time tomorrow!" Robyn called. She got up and ran away.

Her walk back to the hideout was slower than usual. She took the long way. She didn't want to go back just yet. The day was eerie. It wasn't usually like this. She had an odd feeling inside her. The way she felt when she was in danger. Something was coming to get her. The Ministry! Robyn was thrown to the ground. For men surrounded her. She recognized them immediately, Aurors Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Alastor Madeye Moody.

Moody thrust a paper at her. "Memorize it!" He growled. Number 12 Grimmauld Place. The headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix. Then, the aurors grabbed her arm and apparated with her to the headquarters. "Speak!" Moody commanded after forcing veritaserum down her throat.

"NAME!" Moody shouted.

"Robyn," she replied.

"FULL NAME!"

"Just Robyn," she whispered.

"Maybe," Kingsley reasoned, "If we take off the mask, we'll find out more about her." Robyn cried out when he snatched the mask away.

The room fell silent, staring at the girl. She had his black curls. She had his narrow face. She even had his pale face. The only thing different was the eyes. Her mother's eyes. It was obvious: she was Siruis's supposed-to-be-dead daughter.

Only Moody managed to stay focused. "Given name?" He managed to choke out.

"Robyn Esme Black"

Author's Note: OOOOH Cliffie! I know that they are sooo annoying but I couldn't help myself. I hope you liked the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews=Faster updates. Opinions and suggestions and even just yelling at me to hurry up!