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Authors Note: This is my first fanfic that I have posted...I finally got the courage to post my own work...go me! Please read and review, constructive critism is welcome...and so is praise and compliments...haha. So enjoy!

P.S. If I don't get reviews it will discourage me...and probably make me drop this story, so PLEASE R and R!

Voldemort's Death Eaters surrounded a small brick house on a small alley off the main road. The house's two occupants, a mother and her five-month-old baby, fled through the house to the bedroom to hide. Voldemort was among the wizards, evil thoughts coursing through his veins, wanting to leave no one in the house alive. It was his child in the building, and that brought humiliation to his name. The child must be killed, as well as her mother. He felt no sorrow, or compassion for the people he was prepared to kill. They were nothing to him, they were like trash on the street that was in his way, and they needed to go. And be gone forever.

"My baby, remember this always, I love you. It doesn't matter that your father is, is the Dark Lord. Your true friends won't care, they will stick with you through everything. Travel with the boy-who-lived, for only he has the power to kill your father, you will be safe with him!" Robin Black uttered these words in her hysterics, she knew ofno "boy-who-lived" but the words came to her mouth. She was terrified of Voldemort, and had only sired his child out of pure accident. She had had no idea who he really was. Her hatred and loathing growing for him, as he rushed to kill his own child, he was pure evil in her mind. "Go now my love, be safe, my heart will be with you always! My dear Ayra." Clear-bluetears slid down her cheeks as she said her last goodbye to her only child. She kissed her small, soft head, and placed her in a box padded with pink blankets, she knew Dumbledore would find it when she was dead. Sheripped her invisibility cloak from a hanger above, andplaced it on the box before running into the kitchen, wand out, ready to fight.

Death Eaters breached the walls of the house, and poured in the hallway, joy at the prospect of harming someone. A dark figure walked into the room, clad in a tattered black cloak, he could have passed for a dementor, but Robin knew better. Unintentionally, she cringed as she saw her former lover unveil himself before her. Red beady eyes looked at her, his black hair, neatly combed shone under the flickering candlelight. His skin turned an unhealthy green as full knight approached, the light from a lamp played tricks upon his face.

"Where is the child?" he asked, his voice toneless, and unforgiving. Robin shook her head, and refused to tell him where she had hidden Ayra, for she knew he would kill her and herself if she told. She was giving her life for Ayra, even though she might not succeed in saving her. Large clear tears ran down her cheeks unnoticed, her large blue eyes deep with love and hatred.

"She bears your name, she always will. She will help bring the end to you, and your evil regime. Fear her, for my loving blood flows in her, along with your evil blood. I cannot even begin to understand your black heart, and I regret with all my heart, ever falling in love with you. You deceived me, and many others at that. Just remember, your vanity and confidence will destroy you in the end." Robin spat these words at Voldemort, her hatred for him growing more and more. She threw spells at Death Eaters, injuring quite a few, but when Voldemort wanted you dead, you couldn't escape.

An earsplitting scream erupted from Robin's lips, her body trembled, and fell lifeless against the wall. Only seconds after the Dark Lord uttered the words, "Avada Kedavra," she was dead. He had ended the life of his former lover, and the mother of his child. "Find the child and bring her to me, her birth is too great a humiliation, she must die." he said, to his faithful servant, Lucious Malfoy. His red snake-like eyes were emotionless as he cloaked himself, and departed with a loud 'CRACK' as he dissaparated from the house.

The Death Eaters searched in vain for the child, every inch was searched in the house, with no prevail, forshe had disappeared. The Death Eaters quaked, terrified at the thought of going back to their Master empty-handed. Their fear evident as they disapparated toa Graveyard, where Voldemort had taken refuge: to plan future massacres. With the Death Eaters gone, the aura of fear left the house, leaving baby Ayra free to cry, and wail. Her cries rang throughout the dark streets, just as the moon was rising to it's fullest.