Hecate D'Aubigne-Martin looked down at her two beautiful newborn daughters, both looking so small as she cradled them to her. She had tears running down her face, as she watched them sleep peacefully. Her tears were of happiness, and of true sorrow.
Just three months before, Hecate had gotten news of her husband's death. Her husband, Alberic Martin, had been a pureblood English wizard, who had worked as an Auror at the European Ministry of Magic. He commuted from their home in New York, New York, to wherever he was needed in Europe, by magical means – Apparation, Portkey or the Floo network, whichever was most convenient at the time. Alberic loved his job, and he loved his wife, and so he made it work.
Alberic had been in Marseille, France, with his partner and a few other Aurors, working on a raid, when his group had been ambushed by a much larger group of Death Eaters. The whole Auror team had been slaughtered, including Alberic. As soon as Hecate got the news of his death, she decided to bury him in Britain, with the rest of his pureblood family, so she came to England to do just that.
After her husband's funeral, she began to evaluate her new status as a widow. While both she and her husband were purebloods, they were not wealthy. The only income coming in was from Alberic's job at the Ministry, for Hecate was unemployed. Now that her husband was dead, the money would stop coming, and she wouldn't make enough money to take care of two infants and herself. She also was in an emotional state, having just lost the love of her life, and therefore not in a fit state to care for more than one child and herself.
Hecate stayed in England for the next three months, until she gave birth to her twin girls. In those three months she came up with a decision – one that was very hard for her to make, but one that she thought was for the best. She decided that she would put one of the twins up for adoption, and take the other with her. The one that she would keep would be the younger of the two.
She had already signed the adoption papers before the birth. However, she made it clear that she be allowed to visit or speak to her daughter whenever she wanted. If the adopting couple did not agree with these, then they were not to adopt her daughter.
Hecate named them both. The first of the twins, she named Lily-Anne. Lily was a true beauty, blessed with brilliant red hair and the most shocking of green eyes. The younger of the two, she named Carey-Lynn. Carey had brown hair, like herself, with eyes that were a softer green than her sister's, but still green. Both of them were very beautiful, and so darling, it was hard for Hecate to follow through with her plan, but she did.
She spent hours after the birth, just holding the twins, and crying. Hecate held Lily just a little tighter, knowing that while she would see her daughter again, she wouldn't be seeing her as often. She was going to miss her redheaded little girl...
Hecate spent two days in the hospital, before the couple that was to adopt little Lily, showed up. Their named were Robert and Marcia Evans, and they had a three-year-old daughter named Petunia. The Evans were muggles, so Hecate promised herself to meet with Robert and Marcia on Lily's eleventh birthday, to talk to them about magic and to tell them that Lily was a witch, as was she and Carey.
When Robert and Marcia left with Lily, Hecate cried once more, but with a smile on her face, knowing that her eldest daughter was in good hands. The next day, she left with Carey and returned to her home in New York.