Prologue:
A/N: Please review, this is my first story ever and i hope you enjoy it! Thank you!
The girl was born on February sixteenth. It was an exceptionally warm night for February in London.
The baby was born to a pureblood witch with light hair and light eyes, she was stunning; (the man was attracted to veelas and she was the most stunning one he had ever come across).
A man with clean cut dark brown hair stood off to side as the woman puffed, beads of sweat trickling down her cheeks. Dark circles had formed under both of their eyes, worried for their unborn child. The veela had been in labor for almost forty-six hours now, she had chose to not use magic to help deliver her child. Healer Valvorosa was growing restless worrying that she could not deliver the baby naturally as she had wished she could. The woman still refused to do it with the help of magic, much to the dismay of her husband.
The man's eyes scanned over her body as she passed out from exhaustion again, he ran his hands over his face before letting out a tremendous sigh. "Do it while she's asleep," He told the healer, his dark eyes glaring into Valvorosa's back.
"But sir," The healer said in a shaky voice, his eyes flickering around the room nervously. Conflicted, he thought for a moment about what was best to do in this situation.
"Do it now," he whispered Impatiently, his eyes glaring into the healers. He quickly nodded his jaw tensed before he pulled out his wand saying soft incantations. The man stood in the corner watching as his wife's eyes flickered open in surprise when the baby let out her first screams. "Tom," She said in a weak voice her dull eyes stared at him intensely, while the healer passed her the child. "Tom," repeated again her right arm reaching out to him before her body went slack, her eyes stared through them as all traces of life flickered out of them. The healer shook his head sadly before passing the small bundle to the father covering the woman with a thin white sheet.
Tom turned and shifted on his feet slightly uncomfortable; his jaw clenched and unclenched as he tried to gather an inkling as what to do with the child. He had just wanted a heir in case he died during the wizarding war, someone to spread his ideas about pureblood power. He sighed before continuing out of the door with the newborn in his arms.
Originally, no one was to know about the child or his dead wife but his followers welcomed the baby with open arms glad that their dark lord had a plan for the future. The child was handled with great care for the next year loved , treasured, and well taken care of. Tom Riddle hated to say it but the baby, whom would be called Cosette, had grown on him and if he was capable of loving someone she was it.
Tom didn't think to look at his daughter prophecy when he heard of the boy born at the end of July; he assumed that she would carry on his legacy even as she was left on a random door step the night he killed Lilly and James Potter, when he was no longer human he counted on her to hold together his troops. He was comforted with the knowledge that she would be just like him, pureblood and strong in her beliefs. He ordered to keep her safe, have no harm brought to her and if someone tried to harm her they would be tortured mercilessly.
Severus Snape looked up and down the muggle street before scurrying along the dark road holding the bundle in his arms. After the dark lord had fallen and many had turned on him the child was left alone in Snapes care. He decided it would be best to leave her with a nice muggle family, away from all the problems in the wizarding world. He sat her down on a dark doorstep making sure she was tucked in tightly. Her blue eyes looked up at him extremely wise looking for a child less than a year old. She let out a coo before her eyes shifted above her. Snape knew that at that exact time Harry Potter was being left on a doorstep as well, closed away from the world the two shared. That was the first step the two would take on the road to save the wizarding community.