"Be careful with that one, your messing with fire...she's dangerous..."
"And why is that?"
"She's the type of woman that wars are started over armed with beauty, sharp wit, and a sense of humor...
Women like her are irresistibly addictive...femme fatal...her mother was the same..."
The house was in utter ruin.
"Get your grubby paws off of me!" The male wizard snarled and thrashed in the larger wizards hold.
Glass was scattered all over the floor as well as pieces of furniture family trinkets and precious heirlooms.
"Vassilios please…there could still be...unsavory individuals lingering about waiting to murder us..."
"I'm warning you Severus..." Vassilios hissed venomously his bloodshot lavender eyes flashing in warning like a lightning about to strike. "If you don't release me right now you'll need not fear of other death eaters finding us, I'll murder you myself. I'm not asking you to stay you bloody bastard so beat it."
Severus glared at him tightening his hold. "Watch your tongue Vassilios-"
"I'll not! I was supposed to be here...you were supposed to be here...he was supposed to be here...we were supposed to protect her!" The male snarled slamming his head back into the taller male, and he was dropped like a hot potato. He was gone in a flash up the familiar stairs of the house he had vacated, served on a daily bases.
He passed the bodies of the fallen without so much of a second thought, there was one that held the position much closer to his heart one that he had to know had to see for himself...
He would have slammed open the door but the door was already off its hinges. His heart jumping into his throat and stayed there...
Severus Snape slid to the floor of the front door, he had been to afraid to follow Vassilios...to afraid to know the truth... not so soon after finding Lily...his heart couldn't take it...he couldn't take it...
Silence before an anguish filled howl filled the night air. "Marishka!"
Severus could feel tears sliding down his face...he was too late again...why was he always too late to save the women closest to his heart.
~Marked by a Dragon~
A man dressed in a black tailored butler suit strode towards the house with purpose. He held a small bundle closely to his chest.
He stood in front of the house swathed in the darkness as he stared at the bundle. There wrapping tightly in royal purple silk and cashmere blanket was a sleeping baby girl.
He really didn't want to give her to these strangers…these muggles at that, but he also didn't have a choice. If he found her, he would mold her to his spitting image or worse kill her in fear of her power.
"We shall meet again my lady, I swear it." He whispered placing a brief kiss on her forehead.
He gently placed her on the mat and rang the doorbell. At the sound of footsteps he apprated towards the shadows where he blended in better.
He watched as a woman with honey blonde hair and dark green eyes answered the door. When she looked down and saw the baby she gasped instantly picked her up.
"Honey what is it?" The man said coming towards his wife but not looking at what she was holding, more preoccupied with the documents in his hand. He had wavy dark brown hair that one could almost call black with dark stormy blueish-grey eyes.
He had picked a good looking batch of muggles, the child would blend with them seamlessly…and for what he had seen as he watched them for the past month, his young mistress would have to want for nothing as the couple desperately wanted a child to love, teach, spoil and coo over.
"The answer to our prayers." He heard the woman whisper with excitement before closing the door behind her as the man finally looked up locking eyes on the small bundle in her arms.
Feeling another part of his soul leaving along with the child he turned and walked away once more becoming one with the shadows…
Dear Lord and Lady Hawthrone on Privet Dr.
The child which has been left on your doorstep, I hope will be of no problem for you to take in.
Her name is Morgana Dabria Marin Dragula, I implore that you do not strip her of her birth name, though you may add your own if you wish.
She is one year old, and her birthday is October 31st.
The necklace around her neck is a precious family heirloom passed down from her mother and I must express a warning a great warning to you, do not try and remove it as the injuries it may inflict is quite severe.
I will make myself known when she is at a sensible age to learn of her heritage.
I know it is much to ask of a young carefree couple such as your selves but believe me when I say I would have taken care of the little girl myself had it been fit, though it was not.
I must leave her with you.
I wish you many years of life and happiness.
Good luck and thank you.
V. Alexeev
Butler of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Dragula
I know that the deletion of the chapters was sudden, but I happened to look through my old chapters and found when I tried to write chapter seven that I couldn't because it was not going the way that I wanted too, thus massive delete.
Thus brings us to where we are today.
Marked by a Dragon is currently being rewritten by yours truly.
Please bear with me, I have a whole new idea for the fanfic involving a more knowledgeable Grey Harry Potter and a not so goody two shoes socialite Hermione Granger.
OcXmulti
This fanfic will divert from canon at certain times as well.
Other than that, please enjoy.