A/N: Hi everyone, I'm back but not with my current stories. I'm sorry to all of my current readers but severe writers block has struck and I think you all know how that feels. Anyway, this is a new story that I had an idea for and I had to write it before I lost it. Hopefully you'll all enjoy it, warning there is a bit of character death in the first two to three chapters but yeah.
Chapter one: That fateful night.
A figure approached a large mansion; he knew that his follower was out on a mission and that his wife would be alone, he smiled sadistically under the hood of his cloak and silently stepped up to the double doors of the mansion. He brandished his wand and unlocked the door wordlessly and entered he used his magic to sense all of the creatures and humans in the house and smiled when he found who he was looking for.
He treaded softly on the black marble and into the doorway of the mansions receiving room, lifting his head slightly, he saw the person that he was looking for, her sky blue hair was pulled back with hair sticks and her bangs framed her beautiful face, her skin was pale but not in a sickly or Vampiric sense, her eyes were a brilliant electric blue and the were fixed on the book in her hands. Suddenly her head shot up and she jumped to her feet and spun to face the person in the doorway.
'My Lord?!' She dropped to her knees as quickly as she had stood.
The Dark Lord chuckled darkly and walked over to the woman, he bent down and lifted her head, and she looked into his crazed, lustful red eyes.
'Isabella, now why would Severus leave you all alone?' he asked, Isabella never answered as he cast an imperious curse on her form and lead rolled her on her back.
Tears streaked down her face as she knew what her husbands master was going to do, she thought on her life and acted on impulse; kicking the Dark Lord in the crotch, she leapt to her feet and ran upstairs. She entered a room and shut the door, locking it and leaning with her back against it. She opened her eyes and looked at a house-elf that held a small bundle in its arms.
'Tipsy, I need you to leave, take Raine and go to my parents' house, no matter what happens, stay with her.' Isabella pleaded with the house-elf.
The elf nodded and ran to her mistress, giving the bundle that was little baby Raine to her. Isabella looked down at her daughter, steel blue eyes looked back at her; she smiled and hugged her cooing child to her chest as the house-elf bustled about gathering supplies and baby clothes. Raine felt her mother's sadness and her happiness quickly turned to sadness as well. The little girl felt her mother's tears and suddenly, she was in the arms of her nanny, Raine cooed for her mother but within seconds of looking at her, the one-year old was whisked away from her mother and the danger that sought after her.
Tipsy apparated into the entrance hall of a mansion larger than that of her master and mistress, she felt a calming aura the second that she had landed but that was disrupted when her young mistress started crying uncontrollably. The house-elves of the mansion popped to Tipsy's side and began helping their friend with her Mistress, they had tried everything but nothing would make the baby stop her cries. The Lord and Lady of the manor rushed into the entrance hall after a house-elf alerted them of their arrivals. Azreal and Serendipity ran to their grandchild and Serendipity picked up the upset child, holding her to her chest and trying to calm her.
'Tipsy, what has happened?' Azreal asked, worried for his daughter and son-in-law.
'Master Severus was aways and Mistress Isabella was at homes with young Mistress Raine, shes felts a presents sir; evils she said. Asks me to take Mistress Raine upstairs. Evils fills the mansion and Mistress Isabella runs upstairs and is asking me to brings Mistress Raine heres.' The house-elf said, rocking back and forth in worry for her Mistress and Master.
Azreal shared a look with his wife and apparated away to Snape manor, his hopes of finding his daughter safe and sound when he stepped into the nursery on the first floor. He found his son-in-law standing in the doorway, his death eater garb on but his mask lying on the floor. He was about to speak to him when he stepped into the room hurriedly.
'Izzy, Izzy NO!' Azreal ran to the door and stopped dead when he saw what had made his usually stoic son-in-law cry out.
Azreal dropped to his knees at the sight of his little girls blood covered body, Severus held her to him and begged her to hold on, her breathing was shallow and on the verge of giving out.
'Severus, make sure that our little girl grows up, keep her safe when she comes out of the hiding that I have forced her into; please my love. The Dark Lord found out about what I am and found out about Raine, he will come after her.' She raised a shaking hand to her husbands cheek and smiled one last time before her body went limp and her arm dropped to her side.
Severus stared at the face of his dead wife and tears silently started to flow down his cheeks. He buried his face in her neck and wept.
Azreal started crying also, he crawled over to his daughters body and placed a hand on Severus's shoulder; the man looked up and into the cobalt eyes of his wife's father. An unspoken understanding flashed between them and Severus placed his wife softly on the floor once more. Both men stood and Azreal waved his hand over the body on the floor and it burst into flames.
'Severus, Raine is safe, she is with us. We will not allow anything happen to her as long as we both breathe.' The older male stated, staring into the flames.
Severus looked at his father-in-law in shock but then looked back to the flames, he nodded and promised himself that he would never allow Voldemort to win the war, that he would never hurt his daughter again.
Suddenly, a patronus of a phoenix flew through the open window and the voice of Albus Dumbledore rang through the room.
'Voldemort is dead, he has killed the Potters' and when he tried to kill their son, the killing curse backfired. Harrison James Potter is the saviour of the wizarding world.'
Severus and Azreal looked at each other and then turned back to the fire. They both hoped that the war was finally over.
Oh how wrong they were . . . . . . .
***
November the first started as every other day started on Privet Drive, Wives got up, made breakfast for their families and got the morning paper before their husbands got up. This morning was slightly different for one family on the part of getting the paper.
Petunia Dursley opened her front door to collect the morning paper before her husband got up and screamed for it, when she looked down; however, she got one of the biggest shocks of her life. In a wicker basket, surrounded in blankets and looking up at her with those recognisable green eyes was none other than her sisters little boy. Sitting on top of the blanket that covered her nephew was a note in the familiar scrawl of Albus Dumbledore. The picked up the basket and the paper before hurrying back inside.
She placed the basket on the kitchen counter and put the paper down before grabbing the letter; her hands were shaking as she opened the letter and read its contents.
Dear Petunia,
As you are reading this now, it grieves me to have to be the one to tell you that your sister Lilly and her husband James are dead. Since you are a squib, you know of Lord Voldemort, it was he that killed them both and when he turned his wand on young Harry, the killing curse backfired. He is the wizarding world's saviour, please; take care of young Harry until it is time for him to come to our world. Lilly wanted you to look after him and so did James.
I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
Albus Dumbledore.
Tears stained Petunia's cheeks as she placed the letter down and looked at her nephew; she knew her husband wouldn't tolerate his magic, so she decided to lie for a while, to protect her nephew. But when the time came for his accidental magic to begin occurring, she knew with a heavy heart that she wouldn't be able to cover for him when Vernon found out, she shuddered with the thought of what her magic hating husband would do to the poor boy.
She lifted the boy out of the basket and held him close, looking into the eyes that belonged to her late sister and she felt guilt and sorrow wash over her. The guilt for hating her and the sorrow for her death. Contrary to popular belief, the Evans Family were a pureblood family, almost as long as the Potter line; when Lilly had gotten her letter, their parents had been relieved since Petunia had shown no signs of magic nor had she received a letter to attend Hogwarts.
'Little Harry, I'll protect you; as my last deed for my sister.' She whispered to the child.
Seconds later, Vernon could be heard coming down the stairs, Petunia paid no notice to her husband, or to his reaction to seeing her holding a baby that clearly wasn't his in her arms.
'PETUNIA! WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING!' he shouted, almost making petunia drop the baby in her arms.
Harry started crying when Petunia jumped; turning to her husband, a fake look of disdain crossed her features. Vernon crossed the room and looked at the child in her arms and saw the tell tale signs of her sister in him; he sneered and his face turned purple in a matter of seconds. Petunia placed her nephew back into the basket and continued with preparing breakfast, Vernon sat in his chair and sipped on his pre-made coffee, his glare cold on the basket.
'Pet, why is that thing here?!' he tried not to shout, not wanting the neighbours to come knocking on his door.
Petunia flinched when her husband spat 'it' out like poison, she gritted her teeth to stop herself from turning and screaming at him; taking only a few second to regain her composure, she plastered a sneer on her face and turned toward her husband.
'My sister is dead and so is her husband, other than our Dudders, I am his only living blood relative so I have to look after him until he is of age.' She hissed, commanding nothing else be said on the subject, Vernon nodded in agreement.
***
Malfoy manor was as silent as the grave until around midnight, the screams of the one year old master of the house filled the air and scared the living daylights out of his mother, well as living as she could get. Narcissa Malfoy ran to her sons room and threw the doors open, her little boy was lying in his crib, his two favourite stuffed animals clutched to his chest and tears streaking his pale cheeks. Narcissa picked her son up and held him tightly, she paced back and forth for half an hour but her little boy wouldn't stop crying; she turned again and her husband appeared in the doorway, worry etched onto his face.
'Lucius, Draco won't stop crying. What is wrong?' her voice was frantic as her husband approached them.
'I think he feels something is wrong with his mate, or he could have more than one. Cissy, the Dark Lord has fallen, we're free.' He smiled, wiping the tears away from his wife's face.
They hugged each other and Draco tightly and the youngest saw someone walk in through his tears.
'Untul Sevvy!' the boy cried out, suddenly slightly happier than previously.
Severus walked into the room solemnly; Lucius walked over to his long time friend and placed a hand on his shoulder.
'Severus, what has you like this? The dark Lord is gone, you should be rejoicing.' Lucius's face was filled with concern for his friend.
'He killed my mate, Lucius. Isabella is dead, and my daughter has to grow up thinking that I am dead also.' He said voice on the verge of cracking.
Narcissa gasped and Lucius summoned a glass of fire whiskey for the poor man, sitting him down in a chair by the fireplace. They both consoled their friend long into the night and Draco refused to go back to sleep without hugging his god-father.
'This is going to be hell on everyone when Raine comes back into the light.' Lucius thought to himself as he heard his friend explain the arrangement that he and his in-laws had devised before he left his only child and reason for living for the last time.
A/N: Ok, there's that chapter and I should have the next one up soon. A little information. Yes Petunia is a squib and she's nice to Harry, there's going to be a bit more information on that relationship in the next chapter; Severus was married to Isabella and they are soul-mates but as Raine is still alive, Severus is as well; explanation as to what Raine and everyone else in this story is will be in the next chapter. Hope you like it.