Warning

Rating for Slight Language, attempt of sexual abuse of a child before his slightly graphic death by the pissed mother handling a gun. Except it's not really graphic at all, so you don't really need to worry about that, in fact, the words i have used to describe the happenings in the chapter are more graphic than the actual happening inside the chapter itslef. Does that make sense?

Whatever. Just read please!

-Mary

Two shadowed figures walked over to a young unconscious man in black dress robes tied to a chair. The man lolled his head and his eyes fluttered open as he heard the footsteps.

"Donna?" he murmured groggily. A cruel laughter filled the room.

"She's not important." The voice growled. "We need to know where to find the woman."

"What woman?" the man replied confusedly. A flash of red light and the the entire chair convulsed as the man let out an agonized scream. "WHAT WOMAN!?" he cried.

"Leave him be." came a second, gruff voice. "He's not worth it."

"WAIT!" he screamed. "WHERE'S DONNA!?" All he got in response was the quiet whimpering's of a toddler.

"Mummy?" it called out uncertainly. He sniffed in the darkness. "Where's my Mummy?" he cried.

"That's what we'd like to know." the gruff voice said. There was a swishing sound of a wand.

"Cruc-"

"NO! Don't hurt him!" a lisped girl's voice rang through the dark room.

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A light turned on in the room, revealing at least fifty people chained to chairs, coming round to consciousness, and two large men, one of whom had his wand raised to a little coffee-haired boy. And in the door frame stood a young bare-footed woman in a frizzy blond ponytail and a navy catsuit with a gun pointed directly at the man's head. No one saw her heel fluttering up and down, making the slapping tap sound of her bare heel against the tiled floor.

"Lay one finger on my son and I swear-" she started, but one of the men laughed out loud when she stepped into view. Light had reflected on her face, showing with a amazing clarity her tilted, pale pink, unseeing eyes

"You're blind!" he wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. "You can't see a thing!"

"That is typically the definition of blind." the woman said dryly, unfazed.

"But you can't aim." the gruff-voiced man said. "We've heard so much about you. The great Rose Anora Sanders. Legendary! They told us to watch out for you! What a joke! You wouldn't risk anybody's life in here to shoot me." A sneaky smile appeared on his face. "So what's to stop me from-"

BANG!

The woman pulled the trigger before he even began reaching towards the toddler's crotch. He fell to the ground, a bullet-hole not visible, because it ran straight through his ear.

"I swore." she said coldly. The second man waved his wand faster than any of the now awake hostages could have imagined, but the curse was never shot as the man began clutching his head in agony at the last minute, his wand falling forgotten from his fingers.

"MAKE IT STOP!" he yelled, scrawled on the floor, twitching in spasm's.

"Mummy?" asked the lisped girl fearfully. The woman dropped her gun and ran over to the chained girl, taking her in her arms, crying softly.

"Oh baby, mummy's here. Mummy's never leaving you again."

"What happened to the man Mommy? Where you hurting him?" the woman cried. After a moment, she answered.

"Yes Eve. I hurt him."

"Why?" The woman pulled back and looked into her daughter's eyes.

"Because I love you. I love you more than life itself and I will do anything to save you. You and Claude both. This man was about to horrible things to you two, to find me. But listen to me. I will never," she said fiercely. "I will never let you get hurt because of my job. Okay? Those bad guys will never ever hurt you. I promise."

"Okay." Eve nodded. The woman smiled and kissed her on the cheek. Then she got up and started freeing the adults who knew how to get others out. By the time they were all freed, the ministry had arrived to make sure that all was well .

"Some of them are a little bruised, but over all I think we're good." Rose was saying to the aurors. Little Eve was looking around, making sure everyone was okay. She saw this lump of a man crawling to something small. He picked it up and pointed it in the direction of her mom. The light glinted on it. She knew what that was. Her mother told at home never to touch it. What was the man doing with-

Oh no.

"MUMMY!"

BANG!

It seemed like slow motion. She turned around, her ponytail flopping behind her. Halfway, her chest heaved upward. A large dark red stain tainted her blond hair. Her knees buckled. She crumbled to the ground with a clack. And her voice echoed inside her head before it dissipated, never to be heard again.

Oh baby Mommy's here... Mommy's never leaving you again...

"WAAAAAAAHH!"

"Shh, sweetie, calm down now..." a healer-trainee hushed. The fully credited healer hit him on-top of the head.

"You dolt, give the baby to it's mother!" She said, handing over the baby girl in her own arms to a sweaty but radiantly smiling young adult Eve.

"Twins?" said a short, brown-haired man hoarsely.

"Two girls. Fraternal." The trainee said proudly, as if he himself had just given the birth. Eve rocked the baby in her arms.

"We only decided on one name for a girl." The man whispered. Eve smiled.

"Then we'll have to come up with one more. We'll call this one the one we decided on."

"Lydia Marinne." The man said fondly.

The healer trainee fumbled over to Eve with the second baby.

"And for her?" The healer asked.

"How about... Yvonne Jean?" The man said.

At this, the baby opened her eyes. A familiar pale, unseeing pink.

"No." Eve whispered, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Rose Anora. Rose Anora Sanders."

The man gasped.

"She's blind!" Instead of frowning or sobbing, Eve smiled and laughed.

"Yeah. Just like her grandma."

"Eve are you on crack? Our daughter is blind! She's-"

"Then I'll have to start making some of my mother's potion eh?"

"But-"

"Richard calm down. Rose will be as normal as possible. You knew there was a chance of this happening, I told you, it's been in my family for a long time. It's a mutation. She's blind, but she'll have a super memory, she'll be a powerful occlumens, she'll feel other people's emotions and see through their eyes if she has or want's too. But she probably won't, because over the many generations this has been in my family we've invented a potion that will help her see by amplifying tiny vibrations. Shell be able to tell where everything is everytime she touches something, and she'll be able to tell better than anybody else. She'll be able to notice the tiniest things, like lady bugs on leaves, and where there are knots in her hair. She'll be able to function in society fine."

"Oh yes! Completely normal!" Richard said. Then he sighed. "What about reading?"

"Well, she's an occlumens. She'll be able to read by gathering what other people are reading as they read it. That's how my mom did it. Dad used to sit in an armchair and read her work papers while she sat in the chair next to him and took in his thoughts as he read them. I think he used to joke in his head a lot because sometimes I'd come in and she would laugh out loud. She had a great laugh." Richard softened.

"You know that I'll never resent her, right? I'm just- just a little shocked." Eve looked up and smiled at him. She leaned over and kissed him.

"I know." she whispered, inches away from his face. "You always dive head first into the pool of crazy shit in my life. You just need to dip your toe in first." Richard stared at her.

"Nice analogy."

"Eh, hormones." Eve shrugged and the couple laughed.

4 hours later...

"PUSH! PUSH GODAMMIT!" yelled the healer-trainee. The Fully credited healer smacked the back of his head.

"DON'T YELL AT A WOMAN IN LABOR!"

"IS MY WIFE OKAY!?" yelled a tall frantic red haired man.

"SIR IF YOU KEEP YELLING WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO ESCORT YOU OUT!"

"WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THESE PREGNANT WOMEN!?" yelled the healer trainee panically.

"Why are you all yelling?" said the woman on the birth-giving bed calmly. The three turned to her.

"Why aren't you screaming in pain like they do in the stories?" asked the red haired man.

"Uh, because it doesn't hurt." said the woman.

"Okay, uh, just um, push then." said the trainee. The woman nodded kindly.

"Yes..." she said, as if congratulating a small child. Ten minutes later a tiny freshly cleaned baby with a bushel of red hair and lots of little freckles was handed to the couple.

"What will you name her?" asked the healer tiredly.

"Rose, after my mother." said the woman.

"Well hold on, what about a middle name?" the man asked.

"We didn't decide on a middle name!" the woman said.

"But she can't not have a middle name!"

"Fine! What do think we should call her?"

"How about Rose Olga?"

"What! There is no way I'm letting my child be named Olga!"

"Well it's her middle name, it's not we'll be calling her that all the time!"

"Well we're not calling her Olga. How about Molly?"

"Percy already named his daughter Molly!"

"'It's her middle name, it's not like we're going to be calling her that all the time.'" mimicked the woman.

"Ugh. Okay, how about, Licorice?" There was silence.

"Yeah you're right. Uh...What's Hermione backwards?"

"We have some baby naming books if you would like." the trainee interjected kindly.

"Why Hermione backwards? What about... Leanne?" the woman tried.

"Leanne is a nice name." the man agreed. "I can totally see her as Rose Leanne. Although... my cousin did have 2 middle names."

"Oh really?" said the woman teasingly.

"Yes. And I've always liked the name Emmeline." The woman's eyes sparkled.

"I have an Aunt named Emmeline!" she said excitedly. "Okay, so Rose Leanne Emmeline Granger Weasley." the woman said.

"Yeah." the man whispered, gazing lovingly at his new born daughter. "Rose Leanne Emmeline Granger Weasley."

Salut, I am Mary. This story is a little different from my others, though I do make a mention the first Rose Anora Sanders in my story Just Smile. I struggled a little with the transitioning and the dialogue, tell me if there's anything you thought was unclear, ask me any questions, tell me you thought it was an absolute piece of crap. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!