Prologue 1 – 14 years ago

"Are you sure that we're doing the right thing Albus?"

"Quite sure Minerva," the old man looked grave, "Anywhere else, like with the Malfoys, she would be lured into the Dark. But here she will be safe."

"With the Weasleys." McGonagall pressed, raising an eyebrow, "I mean, I do not doubt their loyalty to the Light, but they do not have enough money to look after the six children they have already, never mind one that is theirs…"

"Would you rather have the child live with you?" Albus asked, the annoying twinkle returning to his eye as he watched his colleague grimace in disgust, "I thought not. Don't worry; Molly will protect her. Ah – and there she is!"

Minerva glanced to see the plump, red-headed woman bustle toward them, worry etched clearly into her face.

"Come inside quickly, it'll be dark soon."

"Molly, my dear, we have nothing to worry about. Lord Voldemort -" Dumbledore stifled a sigh as Molly flinched, "- is dead and all Death Eaters have either reformed, are locked away or were under the Imperious ("Though we can doubt a few." McGonagall muttered darkly) there is nothing to worry about."

"I know, but old habits die hard – as you say – so please…"

"Of course Molly. And anyway, we wouldn't want a reporter to see this – would we?" Minerva glared at Dumbledore, forcing him to comply.

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"Arthur, my friend, how are you feeling?" Albus inquired, he had been silent ever since Minerva had glowered at him.

"A lot better than I've been in years Albus. Sad about Lily and James, of course, but y'know..." Mr. Weasley drifted off uncomfortably. Lily and James' deaths had affected all who were close to them with such a shock it was still felt two months later.

"Aye, it is hard times we now live in. Although Tom has been killed and the last threats have vanished, there is still this." And with a flourish, Albus revealed what he had secreted away all this time: a baby girl no more than seventeen months old. The girl had curly, dark brown bordering black hair and pale, freckles skin, but as her round eyes were closed, no-one knew their colour.

"Won't any loyal Death Eater recognise her immediately..." Molly trailed off, marvelling at how alike mother and daughter looked.

"We shall apply glamours to give her the Weasley traits. That is, if you agree."

At this, Dumbledore stared at the Weasley parents, who were obviously struggling with their emotions.

"W-What is her name?" Arthur asked, glancing down at the child. Albus smiled wryly.

"Your distant cousin was intent on calling her Guinevere Merope Riddle."

"...We'll just put Ginerva Molly Weasley on the birth certificate."

I know - I should be working on the Marauders story, and I am, cross my heart. But I found this and, naturally, I got distracted. Please review!