iThe rain was heavy that late June night.

The woman, cloaked heavily with the hood up, held a child tight in her arms. Her thick, curly black hair was dripping wet, as was the rest of her. She rushed down the dark streets away from Godric's Hollow.

It had been an accident, the child. The man had been married. Separated from his wife at the time, but still married. Her master, Lord Voldemort, knew not of whom the father was. If he did, the baby would surly be killed. But nevertheless, she couldn't have this child while she was serving him.

She Apparated, in front of a large manor that belonged to her long lost cousin, Katherine. She slowly approached the porch.

Then, Bellatrix Lestrange put her daughter in front of the door, rang the doorbell, and disappeared. /i