The Children of Light and Dark

Severus Snape's children were both taken from him, while he was brought believing they were dead. One was stolen by the Dark side, the other stolen by the Light side. Nikolai Potter and Keiran Riddle, both are truly are Snape, are the children of fate that would shape the future for wizards on either side.

Nikolai the Victory of the People and Keiran Little Dark One

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, everything is J.K Rowling's

Chapter 1: The Beginning

October 31st

In a hospitable hidden from the eyes of the majority. The majority that had no knowledge of magic, there was a lady giving birth.

A baby crying was quickly muffled, as another rose up as a wail. A voice exclaims that this baby boy had survived unlike his twin.

His brother tearfully gone, the mother felt the warm present gone as she clutch her second closer, with her only hope that they would lead a contented life.

Nikolai, victory of his people, the baby destined for greatness started to cry as he felt his brother leave him, Nikolai Snape would be the prophecy child or at least one of them.

He was crying as he felt his familiar present leave him.

In the shouts of happiness after the mother whispered his name, as she looked into the golden eyes of her child for the last time, no one notice till it was too late the strain breathing of the new mother's heart creased.

Her last thoughts went her husband as she hoped for him to be able to continue without her.

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This was not a good day for Severus Snape. Matter a fact he was having a terrible day. It was hard to not seethe as he spoke.

"Lucius, what exactly are we looking for?" Severus who even though he whispered, each word held a great deal of venom.

Lucius was sweating; he hated showing weakness but he hated even more about lying to his friend, but even worst he couldn't disobey his lord. If he would dirty his hands for his master he could do this. His usually proud face turned ice like as he turned to the potion master.

"I am sure it was here…" murmured Malfoy

A faint popping sound could be heard as Dolohov apparated nearby.

"There is no need to search any longer," said Dolohov without looking at Snape, "We have got what we looking for."

"Back to headquarters, we are done here" Lucius quickly said, with a pop the other deatheater apparated away, right before he left, Malfoy nodded, "You may return home, Severus."

With another faint pop, Malfoy vanished

Snape calculated something was not quite right here; he was suspicious when Lucius asked him for a favor spent the last five hours in the rain searching for some magical artifact that he said to have dropped. He refused to tell Severus what he was looking for what it looked like. Even worst it was raining.

Of course being in a forest where shadows played tricks on visitors didn't help the mood either.

Unless he was missing something, either there was a secret being kept from him or he wasn't a master spy/ But at the same time he knew that maybe it was better not knowing.

Severus frowned. Was Lord Voldemort involved? But at the same time he couldn't wait to go home and get out of the rain. Severus apparated to Hogwarts grounds, glad to get out of the rain, to give his report to Albus.

After a quick run to Albus's office, he stopped in front of the crabby gargoyle.

"Jelly Slugs," muttered Snape as he quickly walked up the stairs to Dumbledore's office to report today's event.

Severus walked open to see Albus with a somber expression of sadness, though his eyes gleamed and sparkled.

Would you like a lemon drop?" said Albus,

"No", Snape gave a curt refusal for the lemon drops. For Merlin's sake, he was a potion master he knew Dumbledore's famous lemon drops were laced with some type of relaxing potion.

"My son, have you heard of your wife and children?

"No, how is Taliha? Did she give birth? I was supposed to be there," murmured Severus under his breath frantic and anxious, "Wait a minute, children?"

"Yes, twin sons," replied Albus gravely, "I am sorry Severus, she died giving birth to them, and they have also unfortunately passed away."

There was a stunned silence; no one could truly prepare themselves to retrieve such a burden of information. It was as if time itself stopped, every memory of his wife came to flash in front of his eyes. To actually believe that she was gone was unbelievable…

Unbearable…

"But there is still good news…" Dumbledore hesitated knowing unconsciously this was a bad thing to say.

"Like what?" exclaimed Severus sounding livid at the idea of something being good after hearing the death of his wife? Taliha's amorous support every night and day when he had come home bruised, bloody, and broken. She had fixing him up, in both his soul and body.

She was someone that couldn't and wouldn't ever be replaced. She was the strongest most intelligent women, born of the hidden race of elves. From the moment he had stumbled upon her, his cold exterior cracked. But very few people knew about her background. And his sons, he had not expected twins but the eldest would have been named Harry, the name Talithia had loved…

"The two families of the prophecy have given birth to our saviors, Nikolai Potter and Neville Longbottom," exclaimed Dumbledore as if it would make up for the death of his family.

Severus gave a curt nod in respect as his face went blank in distaste of the Potter son like father like son.

"May I grieve in peace for my wife and sons, Albus," Snape whispered so piecing that it was obvious to Dumbledore on how little he cared about the little saviors of the world.

"Very well, Severus", replied Dumbledore with a sigh, he knew Severus wouldn't take the news of the deaths of his family well but the end of the war was coming. He watched as his potionmaster swirled his black garments as he disappeared down the stairs.

Albus Dumbledore pulled out a sheet of paper from his desk, he remembers the visit to the Potter family, he had to Obliviate them, and it was for the best. The prophecy child would live in a light family; his brother dying was a great distressing component though. He watch through his spectacles as he charmed the birth certificate of Nikolai Snape, as the Snape become distorted into the word Potter, he murmurs,

"It's for the best…"

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Voldemort was pleased, his plan had not gone perfectly right because of his miserable useless servant Wormtail, but he will be punished. Wormtail had failed to kill the baby but he instead brought him to me.

He cast the death spell, and watched the green light race towards the little baby. The baby gave a soft moan and turns as the spell hit the child's shoulder arm and veered off to the side. Voldemort could just stare at the child that had just defeated the most deadly spell, as the little baby gave a quiet gurgle.

Little did Voldemort know that the instance that the spell had hit the shoulder of the infant, miles away in a different manor another child identical to each older was startle awake from a scar that form on his shoulder.

On the child's upper arm the mark in the shape of a long lightning bolt that down the shoulder arm seem to stare back at Voldemort.

He vaguely wondered what might have happen if the child hadn't moved. But after looking at the wall which spell had rebounded upon he decided not to think too much since it didn't happen.

This child of the long lost races of elves and the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, who was also one of the greatest potion masters in the ages of time. He stared into emerald eyes of the baby he held in his hands.

The baby stared back at him without tears, as the green eyes met the dark scarlet eyes of the young dark lord. Voldemort knew with this baby, the baby he could not kill; would determine the future for both of them, the dark lord and his son.

I name you, my son, Keiran Riddle, my little dark one…

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I had to redo the first chapter because of my horrible grammar. Please review!

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Celine