*Third Person PoV*

*1961*

The cloaked figure pushed the young man forward, and he grunted in pain. His shoulder length auburn hair was a tangled mess, his brilliant blue eyes darting around frantically.

"My lord, we've found the spy," the cloaked figure said, discarding his mask. "It is the son of Dante Cameron."

The leader stepped forward, eyeing the young man closely. "So this is the rebel. Here, my friends, is the great Adrian Cameron!"

The rest of the group-a group who had come to calling themselves the Death Eaters-jeered at their new hostage. The young man growled, and struggled to escape from his bonds.

"I know what you are, Riddle!" he spat. "I know you're a monster, and I know about your plans! You will not succeed!"

"Is that so?" the leader sneered, an arrogant smirk plastered to his distorted features. "I did not know that the Camerons' so-called special powers extended to that of Divination."

The Death Eaters guffawed in the background. Adrian gritted his teeth in frustration. If they hadn't drugged him, his powers might've worked. How the hell did they manage to block his powers, anyway?

"My family's legendary powers are of no concern to you, you son of a banshee!" Adrian retorted,

trying to clear his mind, but the drug was starting to kick in. If he didn't find a way to find a way to escape soon. . .well, Adrian didn't want to think about that.

Where's Newt when you need him? he thought desperately.

"So," Riddle mused, "what shall we do with you? I doubt dear Evelyn would be very happy if she found your dead body in the morning. Or vice versa."

"Don't you dare hurt Evelyn!" he hissed, feeling sick at the thought of his beloved wife being in danger.

"I can do as I please," Riddle replied smugly. "After all, no one would know if one, insignificant blood traitor went missing, would they?"

"You are the traitor, Riddle! You have shamed wizard kind!" Adrian declared. "You have learned what was not meant to be learnt, and that is your downfall!"

"Keep talking, Cameron. Talking will not stop your family from being murdered tonight." Riddle turned to the Death Eaters. "We have something to do. Set course for the Cameron Mansion."

Adrian's heart sank to his toes.

"And you," Riddle continued, turning back to Adrian, "shall stay here. Rosier, take him to the camp."

"NO!" Adrian yelled. "You won't touch my family!"

Suddenly the ground surrounding him responded to his will, and all of the Death Eaters were lifted off their feet, giving him time to awkwardly stand up, his hands still tied behind his back. Adrian closed his eyes, and cast his mind out to the only person who could help him at that moment.

"Newt, I need your help NOW! Evelyn's in trouble!"

The next thing he knew, the chains holding him shattered. He looked up into the starry night sky, and saw a sixty-four year old man soaring towards him on a hippogriff.

Of course he'd be riding on a hippogriff, Adrian thought, chuckling.

"I find brooms a little too temperamental, m'boy," Newt retorted. "Now get out of there, and go protect my cousin like you promised you would!"

"I will," he vowed. "You got this under control?"

"Age doesn't make me weaker, young man! Now GO!"

Adrian didn't need another telling. Just as Riddle moved to Apparate, he jumped forward, and grabbed onto the hem of his robes. He heard Riddle swear under his breath as they both spun on the spot, and landed in the front lawn of Cameron Mansion.

"When I married Evelyn, I told her I'd protect her at all costs," he said, smirking. "I'm not breaking that promise anytime soon."

"Has your selfless Gryffindor wife rubbed off on you?" Riddle replied, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Adrian knocked him over with a mountain of dirt, and ran towards the mansion. "EVELYN! Evelyn! Take the twins, and run! He's here! Riddle's here!" he yelled.

The face of his wife appeared as soon as he opened the door. "Adrian, what the he ll did you do?!" she asked, sounding terrified.

"I got caught while spying for Dumbledore," he panted, boarding up the door. "Newt helped me out, but now Riddle's here!"

"Then we don't have much time," she said grimly. "I'll hide Mata and Andrea in the basement. If Riddle's here, it's not safe to go out."

"But-"

"Please, Adrian," Evelyn begged, looking him straight in the eye. "I can't lose you to that monster."

"You won't," he said, swiftly kissing her on the cheek. "I'll help you hide the twins, and we'll only fight if necessary."

"Good." She pulled her long curtain of brown hair into a ponytail. "Let's go."

Adrian felt very solemn as he walked into the nursery where his two daughters slept. The first one to wake up was Mata. She stared at him with her brilliant blue eyes that were so much like his.

"Dada?"

"Come on, Mata," he said gently. "We're just going to take you down to the basement for a little while."

"Where Andwea?" Just as she said this, Evelyn picked up Andrea up from the crib on the other side of the room.

"Mama has Andrea," Adrian told her, picking her up gently. He groaned as he heard more men Apparating onto the lawn. "We had better hurry."

All four of them rushed down the stairs and into the freezing cold, concrete lined basement. If they were lucky, Riddle wouldn't notice the tile they had lifted that lead to their sanctuary.

Using his magic, mostly wandless, Adrian managed to board up the entry point. "We need a plan," he told his wife as soon as he was certain they wouldn't be heard. Evelyn winced as the sounds of a door being blasted open came from upstairs

"We sure do." Adrian began pacing the concrete floor, a habit of his mostly used to think or calm his nerves. Both, in this circumstance.

"If the twins were older, I'd say we Apparate," he said, eliminating options as they came.

"They aren't. We need a plan for now, not three years into the future!" Evelyn answered haughtily, sitting on a nearby bench with the twins bouncing on her knees.

The two girls began to sob. For any other family, it'd be normal for infants to cry during an attack, but the Camerons weren't normal. Even by wizard standards. A nearby object exploded at the children's cries, and vines began to climb a wall.

"Good lord," Evelyn gasped at the sight.

"Floo?" Adrian suggested, more to himself than her.

"Adrian, where are your parents' lockets?" his wife asked, still staring at the destruction her children had caused.

After a moment of thought, in which no place came to mind, Adrian decided on summoning the lockets instead of looking for them. "Right here."

Evelyn took the lockets and clasped one around the neck of each child. "Good. Yin for Andrea, and yang for Mata."

"How do you know all this?" he asked in awe, stopping his pacing.

"Just trust me. I'm putting the lockets on the twins now because I know they won't choke them; they're enchanted, after all. Didn't you see what just happened?"

"Fair-" Adrian began, but the house above him rattled. "Be okay to take the Floo?" He asked hurriedly.

"We won't get there on time," she said gravely. Then she had a lightbulb moment, I guess you could say. "I've an idea." She let go of the lockets and grinned as they shone brightly. To say her husband was shocked would be a massive understatement. If anything, he was perplexed and a touch worried.

"My God. Are they that powerful already?"

Mata and Andrea stopped their tears, and the house ceased its rattling.

"They're Camerons! What else would you expect?" she said proudly. Then her expression turned grave. "Unfortunately, they're too powerful for their own good."

The voice of Riddle floated down the stairs, full of anger and slight shock. "What is the meaning of this, Cameron?!" he shouted.

"What's happened now?" Adrian asked, wringing his hands. If it was enough to cause Riddle to ask, it couldn't be good. His wife chuckled slightly, smiling.

"No idea, but it ticked him off."

"Oh, God." Adrian clutched his head. "Feel that energy?" he asked painfully.

Evelyn brought the heel of her hand to her forehead in an attempt to stop her splitting headache. "It'll split my head open!"

Riddle yelled in pain from upstairs. "You'll pay for this one, Cameron!" For once, Evelyn decided to hold her tongue. A moment later, a blinding light filled the Cameron manner, leaving everyone blinded to everything around them.

It vanished as fast as it came, and their sight returned to them.

"Did this happen when you parents. . .you know-?" Evelyn was at a loss for words. Apparently, there was a first time for everything.

"I don't remember this ever happening," he admitted.

"Then how-?"

"Retreat, men! Retreat!" Came Riddle's voice. What would cause him to leave without his goal accomplished?

"Riddle sounds awfully muggle, doesn't he?" Adrian chuckled lightly.

"Apparently, he grew up in an orphanage full of them, so I'm not surprised," Evelyn shrugged, holding the twins as she stood.

"You think he might be gone?" he asked. The smug look on their infantile faces gave the adults a pretty good answer, but Evelyn invaded Riddle's labyrinth of a mind just to be sure.

"He's gone."

"Good. Shall we go see what these little troublemakers did?" Adrian replied.

"Part of me's worried that the house will collapse on us," she fretted. "What else would Riddle run from?'

"If it will, the basement's the worse place to be," he reasoned.

"One of the many times I'm glad I married a Ravenclaw," Evelyn answered, realizing what he meant.

Adrian smiled. "Come on, Love. Let's go," he said, taking Andrea from her, and removing the barricade quickly with wandless magic, feeling a pleasant tingle on his chest as his own locket emitted a soft glow. Leading the way up the stairs, Adrian gasped when he saw what had become of the main room.

"Holy sh*t!" Evelyn breathed.

A gigantic swamp covered the wooden floor, while vines cover the walls. Stray Death Eater masks floated in the water. The twins had scared away Riddle with wandless and nature magic combined. Both parents were shell shocked.

"I know my parents never did anything like this," he admitted.

"They're too powerful to grow up together," she told him, sounding almost frightened. "They're not even two years-old, and this is what happens when we put on the lockets!"

"Where would we take them?" Adrian asked.

"I've a friend in America. Two really good friends," Evelyn answered. "One is a muggle born, and the other's a pen pal, met her right before I went to Hogwarts."

"America sounds good," he said approvingly. "Riddle hasn't taken over much there, has he?"

"No, he's just focused on Britain." She gave a small sob. "I'm going to miss these two."

"Well, the main problem is accidental magic," said Adrian. "Maybe we can arrange it so that they go to Hogwarts."

"I'd murder Dumbledore if they didn't go," Evelyn vowed.

"In all honesty, I would, too. Plus, they'd be safe there."

"I'll owl them now," Evelyn said, referring to her friends. She choked up. "Best not to waste time."

"I'll put these two to bed," he said solemnly, slinging an arm around his wife. She leaned into him.

"Yeah," she chuckled. "Conjuring a swamp from a wooden floor would take a toll on anyone." Adrian laughed, seeing the girls already asleep, holding hands across their parents. It seemed almost cruel to separate them, but they knew there was no alternative. Evelyn slowly handed Mata to Adrian and watched him trot down a corridor and turn from sight.

"They'll be here in a couple of days," Evelyn said sadly after Adrian joined her at the dining table.

He gave a sad smile. "Good, two more days to be with our little girls."

"Two days are better than none," she reasoned. "And I don't think Riddle will be in a hurry to come back."

"I don't think he'll be in a hurry to mess with the Cameron twins, either," he chuckled.