This story has been begging me to write it for about a month now. I don't really know how the idea come to me but it did so here we go.

Disclaimer: No, I do now own the characters. Unfortunately the beautiful Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling (lucky girl).

Albus Potter stared at the clock, his heart beating abnormally fast. The minute hand seemed to barely inch forward another millimeter as he eyed it with extreme anxiety.

"He's ready to see you now." The secretary said from her desk barley lifting her eyes.

Standing up Albus took another look at the clock, 1:15 on the dot. Slowly he walked into the large room. A desk sat in the middle stacked with files and papers, several large book shelves lined the walls, all of them filled. The room seemed somewhat dark but not so much to seem depressing.

The Minister or Magic, Pius Thicknesse, sitting at his desk, gestured towards the seat in front of him, Albus quickly sat down.

"You don't know why you're here do you?" Thicknesse started.

"No sir."

Grabbing one of the pieces of paper on his desk the minister quickly scanned it.

"Your OWL and NEWT marks are quite outstanding."

"Thank you sir." Albus replied. He knew he had done well. Like his cousin, Rose, Albus had worked hard with his studies. According to most of his family members and several professors he had natural talent supposedly from his father, to whom he was often compared. It didn't bother Albus that people considered him so much like his father, after all he was a great man, what bothered him was that he was somehow expected to do something oh so grand with his life.

"What were you planning on doing with your future, an Auror like your father perhaps?" Being quite used to this question by now Albus replied like he normally did.

"I'm not quite sure sir, I've only just graduated and I was planning on taking a year off to think about it"

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you" Thicknesse said with a sigh. "But that won't be happening"

"Why not?" Albus replied suddenly very confused.

"I've a job for you"

"With all due respect sir, how could I possibly help you? I've merely just graduated, I've no training, and I'm only eighteen. "

"Yes, that may be true, but according to most people I've talked to that know you personally you have natural talent. Several others had been nominated for this job, but I believe you're our best option."

Quickly looking back at the papers that hadn't yet left his hands Thicknesse let out a quick sigh. Looking back at Albus he began.

"Sixteen years ago today Maria and Isaac Belifort were killed, by death eaters"

This didn't come to much as a surprise to Albus, lately followers of you-know-who had been rising up quite often, trying to 'bring back the Dark Lord' or whatever they had been claiming the ability to do.

The thought left albus as the Minister began talking again. "The Belifort family, though purebloods, never supported Lord Voldemort or any of his followers. They often spoke out against him and for that were punished. No one knows who did it, but we do know when and why. Before his death, Voldemort had instructed all of his followers to go out after all of those who had stood against him and not joined him. Even after your father defeated him, select followers still carried out his plan."

"What was this plan sir?" Albus said inching towards the end of his chair.

Letting out another sigh he began. "More than one pureblood family had refused to cooperate with the death eaters. The dark lord hated spilling unnecessary blood, so he would kill those unfaithful to him, take their children, raise them, and create an all new generation of followers."

There was a sort pause as Albus took it all in.

"Maria and Isaac had a daughter." Thickanesse said ending the silence. "She was one year old at the time. After her parents were killed she, like so many others, was kidnapped. But whoever had been put in charge of this family hadn't known what they were doing, and something went wrong. We're not sure how it happened but dark magic had been used and the child had been drained of all magical power. Fortunately the wizard was killed on spot. Someone found the child and she was brought to the ministry. We knew it would be better to let her grow up without magic, so we altered the memories of muggle a family that wasn't able to have children of their own, making them think she was their daughter. She's seventeen now; and somehow has been showing disperse acts of magical power. The reason for this, like so many other things in her story, is unknown."

After a long silence Albus decided to finally speak, "Sir, I don't quite understand why I'm needed."

The minister looked up at him, his eyes filled with unease. "Albus, we need you to bring her back."

So there's the prologue, I hope you enjoyed! constructive criticism is welcome, no hate mail please. I'll try to put up a new chapter as often as I can, I sort of know where this is going but not really so i'm just going with the flow. Have an amazing day!