AN: I do not own Harry Potter, that would be J.K. Rowling people because if I owned it, both twins would've lived, Albus would be the bad guy and Tom and Harry would've fallen in love.
Prologue
Little two, almost three, year old Aurora Snape danced around her room, humming her own little tune as her father watched from the doorway. "Daddy," she giggles running towards him, grey-green eyes sparkling and Severus knelt down just in time to catch her as she launched herself into his arms.
She giggled, burrowing into his chest and he chuckled, brushing her dark, burgundy hair back from her face. "How was my pretty, little girl today?" he asks and the house elf sitting in the corner of the room began pulling at her ears. "Did she escape from you again, Doxie?"
The poor elf nodded, shakily, and Severus nodded, motioning for her to go ahead and leave. "Sorry, daddy," Aurora whispers leaning back to stare up at him.
"It's okay," he breathes running a hand through her curls. "You need to stay with the elves watching you from now on, okay, Starshine?" Aurora nodded, giving Severus a kiss on the cheek and running across the room to grab her snake plushy. The mark on Severus' arm began to sting and he gave Aurora a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight, baby," he says before walking out of the room.
"Goodnight, daddy," she yells after him before her door clicked shut and Severus smiled, apparating away.
When Severus arrived back home that night, he opened the door to check on Aurora and her room was empty, torn apart like someone had been looking for something. Doxie was lying in a pool of blood by the window, breathing shallow as her body tried to repair the damage and Severus knelt down beside her. "Where is she, Doxie?" he asks and Doxie stared up at him with scared, apologetic eyes.
She gasped in air to speak and started coughing, "Old man... Using magic to look like Voldemort... The headmaster took her," she gasps before her eyes filmed over and her breath left her in a rattling gurgle. A feral-sounding growl vibrated through his chest as he reached out and closed her eyes before apparating to Tom's hideout.
The inner circle, who were all still in the meeting hall turned to stare at him as angry magic swirled around him, features flashing between demon and human. "Severus," Tom says standing from his seat at the front of the room, "what's got you in such a state?"
Severus stopped a little away from him and dropped to his knees as a mournful noise rose from his throat. "The old bastard stole my daughter," he snarls and Tom's blue eyes flashed red for a second before narrowing.
"Maybe we can use this to our advantage," he breathes and Severus growls at him until he holds a hand up for him to wait a second. "Think about it, how'd you know it was Dumbledore who took Aurora?"
"Doxie," Severus answers and Tom nodded, running a hand through his shoulder-length black hair.
Lucius stepped forward with Narcissa trailing behind him and set his hand on Severus' shoulder. "Family house elves can see through glamour, especially when trying to protect the children left in their care," Narcissa says and Severus froze as what Doxie had said replayed in his mind.
"He glamoured himself to look like Voldemort, that's one of the things that Doxie said," he breathes and Tom turned on his heel to look at him.
Lucius knelt down beside Severus to try and comfort his best friend, "We'll find her, we won't stop searching until we do," he whispers.
The Flint's stepped forward, as well, nodding. "Dumbledore is going to regret kidnapping our son's mate," Selene Flint growls her blue eyes flashing white for a second. "She's already part of the family."
"He wants you to turn your back on us," Tom says tapping the tip of his wand against his elbow, talking as he thinks of what to do. "Only thing I can think of is to give him what he wants... A spy, one that believes I have the most precious thing to him, his daughter."
Albus stared at the two-year old girl that was glaring at him from across his desk. Pointing his wand at her for what felt like the hundredth time, he muttered, "Obliviate."
Aurora giggled from her chair as a silver shield popped into place around her, deflecting the spell away from her. "I want my daddy," she says another giggle erupting from her as Albus groaned, rubbing his forehead.
There was a knock at the door and Albus waved his hand for the door to open, Mad-Eye limping into the room. "The American Squib couple is here for the girl, Albus, they're waiting in the great hall," he says, magic eye spinning to focus on the young girl sitting across from Albus, giggling as the old man sent another Obliviate in her direction. It rebounded, heading straight for the headmaster who ducked just in time to avoid the spell.
"Time to meet your new family, Aurora," Albus sighs standing from his seat and Aurora's eyes narrowed before she shook her head. "Come child, you'll be happier with them."
Aurora glared at Albus and shook her head again, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm happy with my daddy," she pouts. "I wanna go home."
Albus stared at the child as his grandfatherly mask cracked just a bit and Aurora shivered at the anger aimed directly at her. "You'll do as told and come with me or I'll make sure you never see your father again," the old man snarls and Aurora's bottom lip trembled as tears started falling down her face. "Now, come on!" She slid off her chair and looked at the hat that was mumbling to itself on the shelf behind the desk before following the two men out of the office. Mad-Eye picked her up when she stumbled on the stairs and carried her the rest of the way to the great hall, ignoring the angry look Albus sent him. A dark-haired couple were waiting anxiously in the middle of the great hall, the man was pacing as the woman wrung her hands. "Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, lovely to see the two of you again."
Albus' grandfather mask was back and Aurora sniffed, tears still rolling down her cheeks. "It's wonderful to see you also, Mr. Dumbledore," the woman says moving closer to Mad-Eye to get a look at the little girl in his arms. "She's beautiful, Johnathon, come see our new daughter."
Aurora gave the woman a small, sweet smile and held her arms out for her. "She's an orphan?" the man asks as he moves closer to his wife as she took the little girl from Moody and held her close.
"Yes," Albus says a sad look on his face and Moody looked away from everyone in the room, not liking what they were doing one bit. "Moody was close to her parents so he feels a little discontent with this but he believes she should be with people who will love and take care of her."
Moody's magic eye spun in it's socket at the headmaster's lie before looking through the side of his head to glare at Albus. "I think I can understand his pain," the woman says playing with one of the little girl's auburn curls. "What's your name, little one?"
"Aurora," Albus answers before the little girl can say anything, giving the little girl a look that told her not to argue or say anything different. "Aurora Sinclair."
The woman gasped, fingers stilling in the little girl's hair and Moody continued to stare at the floor. "I thought the Sinclair line was gone," she says twirling a finger in Aurora's hair.
"She's the descendant of an off-shoot of the main branch," Albus breathes and the couple nods, going back to fawning over the child. "So, are you going to use the floo to return home?"
They nodded, heading towards the fireplace off to the side of the room. "Say goodbye to Mr. Dumbledore, Aurora," the woman says and Aurora glared at Albus as the flames around them flared green, waving as they disappeared.
6 Months Later
A loud crack was heard up and down Privet Drive as the light from the lamps dimmed before going oit completely. An old man with twinkling blue eyes, long silver hair and beard walked slowly down the street. A cat emerged from the shadows beside the house marked with a number four and quickly turned to her human form. The two of them seemed to argue about the bundle the man was carrying before he said something that caused the woman to nos and step away from him. He continued up the walk to the front door of the house, setting the bundle down on the porch and walking away, making sure the woman left before he waved a hand, returning the lights to the lampposts and disappearing with a sharp crack.
The small child on the porch gave a small whimper, opening brilliant green eyes to stare up at the sky before the pain in the lightning shaped wound on his forehead caused him to start crying. About thirty minutes later, a tall, thin woman with a horse-like face opened the door to get the milk and froze when she saw the small child lying on her porch. Grabbing the milk, she glared at the child before slamming the door and walking into the kitchen, leaving the child on the porch.
