Chapter One: The Beginning
The night was dark and silent, the moon invisible in the night sky. The street was deserted, which made it the perfect place for a clairvoyant meeting.
With a sharp crack, a tall figure robed in black appeared out of the thin air, followed shortly thereafter by another figure, also robed in black. With the wave of his wand, the first figure cast a muffling charm around himself and his visitor.
"Do you have the child?" the first man asked.
"I do", the other one replied, opening his arms to reveal a newborn infant girl.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and head of the Order of the Phoenix, heaved a sigh of relief. "I know it must have been a difficult task, Severus".
"It was" Severus Snape, teacher of defence against the dark arts replied, "I still don't understand why she's so important, other than being his daughter". Snape looked down at the daughter of the
Dark Lord known the to the wizarding world as Voldemort and sneered. This child was the offspring of the man who had killed the only woman Snape had ever loved. Lily should be alive right now. Instead she had been murdered by the father of the thing in his arms. They should have just disposed of the wretched thing before it could grow into a monster like its father.
Dumbledore studied Snape closely before shaking his head and sighing, "Severus", he began, "She is not her father. I know how much Lily meant to you and how hard it must be holding the daughter of the man who murdered her in your arms...but she is not Voldemort and with the right guidance she will never become like her father. Don't judge an innocent for the crimes of it's parents".
Snape sighed, maybe Dumbledore was right. He looked down at the infant and jumped slightly when she opened her eyes to reveal deep violet orbs that seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the street lamps.
"Her eyes!" he gasped.
Dumbledore studied the infant, "Beautiful aren't they?" he chuckled.
"Yes, they are but..."
Dumbledore cut Snape off, "I know what you actually mean. Violet eyes are a very rare eye colour. Any individual with violet eyes is said to have been uniquely blessed", he paused and smiled down at the infant; who was now making those cute baby noises all babies seemed to know how to do. "In what ways this little one has been blessed in, only time will tell".
Snapping out of his surprise at the unique eye colour of the infant, Snape asked one more thing that had been nagging him since he'd been ordered to abduct the infant:
"What is to be done with her now?"
"I will place her with a young muggle family who knows of the Wizarding world and when the time comes she will become just another muggle-born witch at Hogwarts" Dumbledore replied.
Snape nodded and was surprised to feel relief flood through him. If everything worked out Voldemort would stay dead and if he didn't he would never find his daughter. Muggle-borns were so far beneath him he wouldn't even begin to think his daughter was hidden amongst them.
With the burden of the child lifted from his shoulders, Snape said his goodbyes to Dumbledore and disappeared with another crack. Leaving Dumbledore holding the infant alone.
He again sighed and shook his head.
He'd lied to Snape.
The girl would not just become another witch at Hogwarts. She would never have a normal, safe ordinary life...
The Child of the Dark Lord will rise further than the father and when the day comes, shall rid the world of his darkness.
The prophecy reverberated in Dumbledore's head. When he'd heard it all those years ago he'd simply dismissed it as hogwash. Voldemort would never have had a child. He had doubted Tom knew what sex was; never mind how to have it. But he had. And the proof lay in the headmasters arms, babbling away happily. How could such a small, fragile thing become stronger than Voldemort? If what Dumbledore interpreted was correct, the prophecy stated she would become more powerful than her father and would help destroy him for good when he returned. Which Dumbledore didn't doubt for a second...
He shook the thoughts out of his head. Such things could wait. Right now the infant needed a name and a family. Almost immediately a name came to mind. A name which he whispered to the baby:
"Welcome to the world, Evelyn".
And with that, both baby and Headmaster disappeared with a crack. It would be eleven years before they met once again.