Walking into his two year olds room he watches as she sleeps. Her incredibly dark brown hair, which such a dark brown it was almost black, was sprawled out around her tiny head on her pillow. She was clutching a slightly worn stuffed monkey to her chest. He leans against the doorframe and watches her sleep. They had moved just a few short months after she was born as the Light and the Order had found them and they had to make a run for it. Her mother, who was also his wife as well as being a loyal comrade, was killed by a member of the Order as she ran down the hall to retrieve their sleeping child. He had shrunk all their bags and put them in his pocket then ran for her room and picked her up and stuck her pacifier in her mouth along with quickly bundling her up in a sweater and pants then swaddling her in a blanket with a hat on her head then he Apparated out of there and to a manor he had discovered and had prepared just in case.
He pushes himself off the doorframe and goes and turns on the nightlight in her room as she frightened of the dark then he closes the door and heads to his study where a few of his most loyal comrade's were waiting for him.
"Ainsley sleeping?" his second in command asks.
"Sound asleep. Get Beatrice in here. I need to speak to her." He says to one comrade closest to the door.
"Right away." He says.
He goes and finds Beatrice out back and he motions to her to follow him.
They both appear a moment later in the study.
"You wish to see me?" she asks.
"Yes, I need you to watch Ainsley for me. Keep her safe and if you have to run, run then once it's safe contact someone and we'll come to you."
"Anything for you and I'll be sure to do that." She says.
"Good. You may leave here now." She nods then leaves.
"We attack where the Order meets tonight. Get rid of them once and for all to ensure that Ainsley won't have to deal with them and their persistent pestering." He grunts.
They all nod and they all head out discussing the plans as they head over to where the Order meets not knowing that they had planned a raid of his home and that they planned to take the child and have a Light family raise her to be the perfect girl and not to worship the Dark but follow the Light.
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Approaching the manor silently the Order quietly sneak in and all split up. A small group taking the upstairs and the other takes the downstairs.
Searching all the rooms they finally find the sleeping child in the forest green, silver and black room. The group leader snorts.
"Making her a Slytherin. Hopefully when she starts at Hogwarts in nine years she'll be placed somewhere other than Slytherin." The group leader said going over to the sleeping toddler and he gently picks her up.
"Daddy?" she mutters wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.
"No sweetie but we're taking you somewhere safe." He said walking out of the room as she starts pushing away.
"NO! WANT DADDY! AUNTIE BEA! AUNTIE BEA!" Ainsley screeches crying dropping her stuffed monkey on the floor.
Walking downstairs and heading down they see Beatrice being held at wand point.
"Let her go! Leave her alone! She's just a child!" Beatrice yells.
"She's being taken somewhere safe." The one still holding Ainsley says.
Beatrice grabs the wand being held to her and yells out the killing curse at a few of the Order members.
They all fight back and end up killing her then getting out of manor then set it ablaze to make the toddlers father think that she was dead.
Rushing away they take the little girl to the awaiting family to take her in.
Walking up to the door the Order member holding the toddler knocks on the door.
The door opens and an Italian looking women opens the door.
"Hey, how is she?"
"She's been sound asleep for the last half hour. Is her room ready?"
"Yes, right upstairs. Third door on the left." She says letting him in.
He nods and goes upstairs and lies her down.
"What are you naming her?"
"Christina. In Latin it means believer."
"Pretty name. We have to use the false memory charm on her making her think that you and Sergio are her parents and that her name is Christina. We also need to do the glamour charm on her to change her appearance so that if He comes looking for her he won't be able to find her."
She nods allows him to do the charms on her. She watches as her long dark brown hair gets much shorter then goes to light brown with blonde highlights in it.
"Done. Be safe. As soon as I leave I'll be putting wards up for her own protection for a while just until we know that she's safe."
She nods and sees him out then watches from the window as he puts all the wards up.
He leaves after five minutes then she sighs and closes the shades.
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Arriving back there after discovering that the Order wasn't there the girl's father walks up and sees the local fire department there.
"What's happening?"
"Are you the owner?" the fire chief asks.
"Yes."
"There was a fire and no one inside survived we found the remains of a child and young woman. I'm so sorry for your loss." He told him.
"No, they had to make it out." He stammers.
He was only gone for an hour and half. A fucking hour and half! That couldn't be happening! His baby girl couldn't have been dead. She couldn't have been!
His right hand man pats his back solemnly.
He pushes him off then stalks off.
They all leave and his comrade's look at each other.
"This was the Order's doing. They're making him think that they just killed his pride and joy. Now he's on a murderous rampage. He will not forget this and he will make sure he avenges his daughter. But for now all of you stay out of his way unless you want to tortured then murdered."
They all nod and leave him alone.
They all head to the manor of the right hand man with the toddler's father and they all sit around there while upstairs the toddlers father breaks everything in his sight and everything around him.
"We should…" one starts but gets cut off.
"We do nothing! He'll feels she's still alive soon enough. A parents always knows when their child is alive!" the second in command snaps.
They all nod and go on to do things that will keep them busy while the toddlers father continues his emotional rage.
Summing a book from across the room the second in command leans back against the leather sofa and starts reading his book when his wife comes in.
"Dear, your son is being stubborn. See if you can get him down for bed." She said coming in with their own stubborn two year old bouncing him to get him to sleep.
Both he and the supposedly dead toddler were born not even a month apart but sixteen days as she was born on May 20th and the boy June 5th.