HEY! I know I'm not the best updater, but I fully plan to be with this story because...DRUM ROLL PLEASE!...It is my first full length story with an actual plot! TA-DAA! It is my baby and I fully intend to see it grow. As for any questions you may have I fully intend to cannon, though I may rearrange things to fit the plot. All characters, pairings, and most events will stay the same.

SO! to get it over with I do NOT own HP, Warner Bros., J.K. Rowling, it's affiliates, etc., etc...

BORN ON THE DAY BEFORE THE END...I GIVE YOU...Forever and Always

November 4th, 1981:

The hooded figure quickly and silently made her way down the street of Earlsdon Avenue. It was nighttime, but even so you could still make out the dark, looming clouds that threatened to pour rain. In her arms was a child, about a year or two old, bundled in a warm blanket, oblivious to the danger she was in and the sacrifice her mother was about to make. The hooded figure turned into a new neighborhood and stopped. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, continuing on to the third house on the right, the only house with lights on.

As she stopped by the gate, she closed her eyes again, praying that somehow this could all be avoided, by some strange miracle. With that final thought she pushed her way to the front door and knocked, counting the seconds that passed by. When the child whimpered she bounced her a little bit to calm her down and she fell right back to sleep. She heard quickened footsteps through the house as a man with brown hair and blue eyes opened the door. He looks like Hugo, the woman thought.

The man's eyes were clouded with confusion and annoyance at why a person would be bothering him at this time of night when he noticed the bundle. "Is this her?" he asked. The woman nodded. "Jean!" he yelled into the house. The man's wife appeared at the door.

"Mark? What is it?" she started to say but stopped as she saw the figure. Her eyes -Jean's- turned from curiosity to pity and sympathy as she acknowledged the woman's presence.

"So this is-?"

"Calliope. Yes," the figure spoke, her voice thick.

The child moved in her arms slightly as though she knew her mother was talking. The three adults stood in silence as the child opened her eyes.

"She has my brother's eyes?" Mark asked. The figure could only nod. Then his wife realized something.

"If… If you're bringing her to us, like we planned in case of- He's planning something, isn't He?"

At this the hooded figure looked up, her pale face pronounced in the door light.

"What? Have you not heard?" she asked surprised. Even muggles should have had some indication to His fall, especially a man who's own brother was killed by His followers.

"Heard what?" mark asked. "We've noticed several owls…and people in cloaks. There was even a story on the news about shooting stars-In the daytime!"

The figure nodded, "Yes! He's gone! Defeated! Gone!"

"Then- why are you here?" Jean asked gently.

The figure lowered her head again. "His followers are angry. They want revenge. I fear my 'Husband'" She spat the word fiercely, "Will do something not only foolish but illegal. He may try – no – he will force me to help him." She swallowed hard. "He is also getting - suspicious – about Calliope's true paternity. If he were to find out-"She took a shuddering breath, "If anything were to happen to me, I'd feel better if she were with someone I trusted than with some Ministry buffoon." She rushed to get this all out as her voice was getting more choked. Mark nodded solemnly while Johanna's eyes were filled with tears.

The figure held out the child and Johanna accepted her. During this exchange their eyes locked –Black to Blue- and a silent agreement passed between them. Jean cradled the girl as her mother stepped back into the shadows. From her pocket she withdrew a chain and held it out for Mark to take. In his hand was a beautiful heart shaped locket on a silver chain. "So she'll remember me and her father," the figure whispered.

Mark put it around the child's neck and tried to open it. When he couldn't he looked at the figure for an explanation. "Only she will be able to open it; when she's older. When she learns how, she will know who we are. Who I am," She added in a whisper.

The figure reached out tentatively to stroke her daughter's cheek for what may be the last time, her eyes filled with pride and love and sadness. Then she slowly raised her head and took off her hood. Her features were now more pronounced than before-Her eyes cold and tear filled, her face tear streaked and pale as well as cautious and worried, her hair was wildly skewed about her face. She looked positively menacing in the half light as she spoke in the most deathly, stern voice she could muster,

"When I return, when I see her again, if I find she's been abused or mistreated, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Mark's face was impassive as Jean could only nod. The figure lifted her hood back up and took out a slender stick from her pocket. Mark eyed it warily as he remembered what was to happen next.

"You have the background papers, right? So if any questions are asked you'll be able to, without a doubt, say she is your daughter?" Mark nodded. "Very well then. Like we discussed." Mark and Jean looked straight at the wand, wide eyed and a bit frightened.

"Obliviate," she whispered.

As the couple's eyes became distant and cloudy the figure turned on her heals and ran from the door, out the gate, up the street and around the corner, where a small sob could be heard before a resonating Crack! In the neighborhood. When she returned home that night, her husband was in the parlor, discussing plans with his brother and his best friend.

Bellatrix Lestrange was arrested two nights later for crimes she did not commit.

She never saw Calliope again…

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