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If These Walls Could Speak

Prologue

"But my Lord they are young, maybe too young, what if they are caught? What will become of them then?"

"Though your concern is of reason, this cannot be done at any other time it is vital that this plan takes action now, it is too late to train another it must take place when he enters Hogwarts and your child will be in his year. Do not object to this, it is an order and it shall be implemented the day your child steps foot in Hogwarts and no later. This is a privilege, and one I am certain only your child can undertake, it has been the plan since their birth and they have been trained for this reason. You have been one of my most loyal supporters; don't forget how easily that can change." The Dark Lord stated to the man before him.

Had the Man not fathered a child so powerful and full of potential the Lord would have probably inflicted pain upon the man before his exit, as it was the Lord needed the use of the man's child and would do all that he could to keep them on his side.

"Yes my lord." With a bow the Man exited the dark chambers.

The Man left the building though a back door and made his way to the forest where he then apparated to the gardens of his manor in Genoa, Italy on the coast of the Ligurian Sea. He had inherited the manor when his father had passed on and intended on handing it down to his eldest child named after his father, Luca, who had recently graduated from Hogwarts. Luca was renowned for his handsome features, great mind and breakthrough work as a healer. Being a healer drew away from any thoughts of their family having any involvement with the Dark Lord, the Man himself worked in a highly classified job in the Ministry.

The majority of the world however, did not know of the Man's youngest child who had been raised by his wife's distant cousin, a squib that had since changed their name and moved out of Italy into another European country. There their young child had been raised, and trained for the job at hand. The Man, his wife, and Luca all visited the youngest in their family, and the childunderstood why they could not stay with their family, they were too vital too the cause. Yet sometimes the Man wished his child was not chosen for this specific task despite the honor.

He wished that he had the opportunity to raise this child, that they could be known to the Wizarding world like the other children involved in the plan whoconveyed theinformation his child gave them back to their Lord. The tips needed to be subtle and cryptic as many of them could not be seen together although the rest could still be themselves. His child did not have that freedom, instead his wife had had the child in secret, rarely leaving their home for the duration of the pregnancy and then about a week after their birth, the child was shipped off, given a new identity and place in life. But alas, the child needed to be an unknown in the Wizarding world in order to gain the trust of those needed and execute their mission perfectly.

The Man gave a resigned sigh, and called out to his wife.

In two weeks time his child would be put to the test.