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Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a re-make of my old story, so if you want to read ahead, go to my profile and you can read it from there!
For those who are new readers, this story is mainly about a girl who is going to Hogwarts the same time as Harry and co. It will follow the books closely until the 5th year, and from there it will branch out into two different stories. She will be important to the outcome of the books.
Prologue
January, 1981
"M… My Lord…"
"What is it, Avery?" Lord Voldemort hissed, idly twirling his wand. He had no time for sniveling idiots who couldn't even report. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with such imcompetent followers.
"Th…they're dead…all dead…" Avery stuttered, groveling on the floor.
"Who's dead?" he snapped impatiently, although he had a sinking feeling he would not like the answer. "Crucio," Voldemort hissed, "Perhaps your tongue is a little looser now?" He asked snidely. This dark lord buisness was rather taxing when only stuttering fools were brave enough to follow you. The rest of the world were just ingorant people who needed to be convinced otherwise.
"Forgive me, forgive me, great master! I…I.. The raid! It-it was a failure!" stuttered Avery, knowing he was going to receive another Cruciatus Cruse for being the bearer of bad news.
"Crucio" Voldemort yelled furiously, "would you care to explain to me how my best regimen fell to the Order of the Chicken? And just a simple assasination no less!"
"W-well, we were outnumbered five to one...the male Vixen was facing Dumbledore, Moody, Shaklebolt, McGonagall, and Fletcher all at once, while Vixen fought valliantly against Flitwick, Tonks, Potter, the traitorous Black and Lupin. It seemed the Order and the Aurors had joined forces against us, because I've never seen so many in one battle," Avery flinched.
"Any Survivors? Bring them here!"
"M-my l-l-lord I am the only one… Dumbledore spared me so I could bring you the news. And it's true. They're all dead." Avery babbled, he was definitely feeling the aftereffects of the Cuciatus Curse, and if it weren't so painful, he would be enthralled with the amount of power his lord used.
Leave now, then. Do not come back until tomorrow, and inform the other Death Eaters that all meetings are cancelled. IS that clear?" hissed Voldemort, already feeling a migraine coming up.
Avery scurried out of the room, fearing his master's wrath and his own life.
Lord Voldemort had never felt so many emotions crashing down on him. There was the usual hatred and anger, but there were also forgien emotions: sorrow, grief, and remorse. His best lieutenants were dead, and they were the only ones who he had chosen to acknowlege as his equals. It seemed as if the Dark Triumvirate had been destroyed before it had officially started. He felt Slytherin's marks already shrinking and recceding, showing that his power would soon run out. I don't need Slytherin's blessing to rule the Wizarding World! he thought bitterly, there is no one else who would take it from me. And now there is more power for me! He paused a little, although it won't hurt to raise the Vixen children as suitable heirs. Then when they grow up, I will harness their powers and create a slightly less equal Triumvirate!
With that, Voldemort apparated straight to the Vixen Manor. One of the house elves directed him to the nursery, where little Cordelia Vixen was sleeping peacefully.
"What of the boy?" Voldemort asked the house elf, careful to stay polite.
Ruby the houself knew that the Vixens trusted this man, but she did not. She already had an inkling of how powerful the twins would be, and how many people would try to manipulate their power. "Ruby does not know, sir. Mistress took him to a healing place because young Master was very ill." It was the truth, but Ruby knew exactly which hospital her Misstress took the young Master.
Voldemort looked suspicious of this, but he did not press on, knowing he was lucky to be trusted with one of the Vixen twins. He would find the other later, as he was somewhat a legal guardian of the two. Little did he know, Marius Vixen was already in Norway, entrusted with an old wizarding family, who promised to raise him as a son, with the help of many concealment charms, of course.
October 31st 1981
Voldemort barely blinked as his own jet of green light bounced off Potter boy and smacked him in the chest. He cursed himself over and over again for bringing Cordelia with him, as he thought this would be an easy mission. Now, it was almost certain that Dumbledore would be in charge of her. Suprisingly, he actually had grown fond of the little Vixen girl, possibly because she reminded him of himself when he was little.
The baby girl in his arms dropped and cried painfully on the floor. She wasn't used to being on the dirty floor, because she was treated like a princess everywhere she went. The little boy clutched his forehead and cried also. She stared at the boy who was causing such a ruckus and gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, being a one year old baby.
Emerald green eyes and sapphire blue eyes locked. The little girl stuck out her tongue, and the boy clapped his hands, gurgling. They continued to stare at each other, drawing comfort in the fact that they were not alone, although Cordelia would much rather perfer someone else's company.
Suddenly the boy found himself being lifted by a large figure they hadn't noticed come into the room. As the man was going to leave, the boy pointed to the floor and blew raspberry, catching the attention of the big man.
Later
"Oh, Albus, what are we going to do? Lily and James dead, Harry an orphan, and…" a wrinkled old woman asked an even older old man, but they were cut off with the sound of a roaring motorcycle that just landed.
"Hagrid," the old man greeted the big man, "Have you brought the child?"
"Yeh, professor…but I found another one in tha' house too," Hagrid said, trying to wipe a stray tear, but not succeeding because his hands were full with two sleeping babies.
"Albus? Is that girl…?" Minevra McGonagall asked, shocked.
"Yes, I'm afraid she is. Unfortunately, she is not dead as we believed she would be," Dumbledore replied frowning deeply, "Hagrid, you said she was found in the Dark lord's robes?"
"Yeah, it was kind of weird. Didn't know ol' You-Know-Who could be the father type." Hagrid replied, shivering at the thought.
"What does this mean?" McGonagall asked quietly, now looking the baby in fear. When she realized how silly she looked, she promptly stopped.
Dumbledore sighed. Knowing who she was, this child would be immensely powerful when she grew up. She could be another Tom Riddle, or she could be an Albus Dumbledore. If he left the child at an orphanage, no doubt one of the Dark's supporters would find her, but there was a chance a Light supporter could also. The Dark supporter would probably tell her about her true heritage and spoil her to death, but the Light supporter might torture her and drive her into the darkness, vowing revenge. What he wanted was a little, dispensible pawn that destroyed HIS enemies. Hmmm. Maybe if she viewed Dumbledore as her savior and Voldemort as her enemy, had friends of the Light, and was NOT sorted in Slytherin. That might just work...
"Give me the child," Dumbledore said, a plan already formed in his mind, "I will be incharge of her." With a swish of his wand, the adorable child turned into a regular looking one that looked nothing special. He dove into her mind and used the strongest blocks on her magic that he knew. Dumbledore smirked. There was not going to be a Dark Lady, there was going to be a new Light Champion, though.
Author's Note: Well, I hoped you liked chapter one! Reviews are encouraged!