Hello everyone! I am back and in action. Sadly I have not written a fanfic in a very long time and I've had this one sitting in the back of my mind for years. I figure I'd give it a shot. Please enjoy this first chapter. I will try and have the second one up soon but sadly I am a full time student, and a full time worker so I cannot make any promises on how long it will take me to get it up.

If you have any questions about the fanfic so far, please let me know and I'll do my best to answer any questions you might have.

Quick note: Some things in my fanfic will stick to how the actual books go, but some will change. I'll try to be clear on what has not change and what hasn't, but for now just bare with me.

Disclaimer: I'm not cool enough to own Harry Potter or any thing like it sadly.

Chapter 1- Runaway

The rain was pouring down that dark October night, as the guards in Malfoy Manor tried to stay under over. It was cold out, and the death eaters that had been assigned to work outside tonight where not happy; however, inside was a different story. Two death eaters assigned to the fifth floor of the manor where standing outside in one of the deserted hallways laughing to each other. One was tall, with dark brown hair and deep, almost black, brown eyes. The other was a little bit shorter, with red hair and green eyes; both of them had an evil look about them. They had been standing outside, and guarding, this one room all night long. The reason they had been laughing was because one of the men had just said a funny joke about the thing they were guarding inside the room.

"You know, I wonder why the Dark Lord is worried about this one…It's not like she can really get out of the room, can she?" the taller man asked his companion.

"Yeah, but we best stay here and watch the door anyway. Don't want no problems with the Dark Lord, that's for sure." said the shorter one.

The boys opened the door to the room that was behind them. If you looked inside the room, you would not see much. The floor was wooden, and there were no lights in the room. It was cold, and only one window was in the room. You could see the clouds in the sky as the rain poured down beating against the glass. The only pieces of furniture in the room happened to be a desk with a chair that leaned against the wall behind the door, and across from that was a bed. If you did not know to look, you would not have seen the woman lying on the bed. Many people would have considered her hard to miss with her baby bump, but she was laying on her side and the white dress that she wore matched the white sheets and blanket on the bed, all where dirty.

The woman lying on the bed looked like she was sleeping to the men who had just closed the door. She knew they would not bother her; one of the guards had done that and they had suffered badly. Not by her hand, but by her captors. The woman lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep, went by the name Sandra. She had: long brown hair, pale skin, and these piercing blue eyes that could only belong to one other person. Yes, Sandra's surname was Dumbledore. She was the secret daughter to Albus Dumbledore, and was a teacher at Hogwarts under a fake name. Right now; however, she was being held against her will by none other than Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort was an evil man, who was working his way to becoming very well known for his evil doings. He was not yet at the full power that he wanted, and Sandra knew that he hoped to be once she gave him what he wanted. Sandra had been kidnapped by death eaters to serve more than one purpose; Lord Voldemort wanted Sandra Dumbledore not only because of who her father was, but because he wanted to use her for an heir. That's right; the baby that Sandra was carrying in her stomach was none other than Lord Voldemort's child. He forced her into sleeping with him, so that he could have a boy and use that child's powers to help him take over the wizarding world.

Sandra could not allow that to happen though; she was too stubborn for that. As she rested in the bed, looking like she was at her wits end, Sandra took a few breaths and tried to calm herself. She knew tonight was going to be the night. She had to escape now, or never. Unfortunately, she also had a feeling that tonight might be the night she went into labor. Her stomach had been bothering her, and the boy had been kicking her all day. She tried to pull herself together as she sat up on the bed and looked around. She had no wand, which was taken from her the day she got here, and she really was in no physical condition to fight the way muggles do. She needed to use what was in this room to help her escape.

Sandra was ready, a plan in mind, she picked up the chair, which was the only thing she really could lift, and prayed that this plan would work. She walked carefully to the door and stood behind where it would open. The chair was next to her, in her hands and ready for her to lift. She quickly took a deep breath, and then banged on the wall in hopes of gaining some attention. It did not take long for the door to swing open. It stopped just next to her. The two death eaters came into the room and before they could react anymore than pulling their wands out, the chair that Sandra had been holding swung up and hit them both in the face. She watched as both of the men fell to the ground and groaned in pain. One started cursing as she quickly snatched the first wand that fell out of the shorter wizard's hand. She had no time to rest now; Sandra quickly stunned the two and left the room.

It was dark inside and out. Their where no lights that lit the hallways of this cold mansion. Sandra also had no shoes on, and she really did not know the way around this building. She could only hope that luck would be on her side and get her out safely. She held the wand she had stolen as close to her body as she could; she walked as quickly as her legs would allow her to. Her stomach was swollen to the point where she could not see her feet anymore, and she had not done a lot of walking lately so it made it difficult for her to move faster.

The pain that shot through her body next did not help at all. It caused her to stall in her movement. She had just made it to the stairs, and the pain shot from her stomach and straight through her body. She let a sigh escape her lips, but quickly covered her mouth to stop the gasp from getting louder. She looked down at her stomach in time to feel something wet between her legs. Her water had broken.

Sandra knew this was going to happen tonight, it was just her luck! She was going into labor and she still had yet to leave the building. She could hear commotion echoing from down the halls she had just come. They had found the death eaters, and probably where reversing her stunning spells as she stood there. Regaining her composure, Sandra grabbed the banister and started to quickly move down the stairs.

It did not take her long to get down the stairs. Gravity had been on her side, allowing her to move swiftly down each flight without losing to much strength. She had felt the pain in her stomach growing, but she fought it as best as she could to not stop when the pain continued. Just as she had reached the last landing before the first floor she could hear the voices at the top of the stairs,

"Here! Look at this mess! She's escaping!" yelled the familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy.

This was his house after all was Lucius's, of course he would be here. She knew if Voldemort found out that Lucius let her escape it would pretty much mean the end of his life. She felt bad for that fact, but she could not stay because a death eater might die. She needed to save herself; she needed to save her child. She knew that this child was not conceived out of love. She also knew that she really could not keep him either, but she did not think that this baby needed to be raised by Voldemort. This baby deserved a better chance than that, and she was going to make sure he got it.

When Sandra had realized that the death eaters were right behind her, she did not hesitate to get to safety anymore. Sandra picked up her pace and started to run to find an exit. The front door had been locked, and she knew she needed another way out, quickly, or it would be all over. Her feet hurt, and her legs felt like jelly, but she did not stop. She quickly pointed the wand behind her and did a spell that might buy her some time. She had put a barrier up around the hallway that she just entered and just in time too. Just as she started to run down it, Lucius had caught up to the barrier. He cursed out loud when he shot a stunning spell and it bounced off the barrier. Sandra did not stop; she quickly rounded the corner and almost ran into the woman that stood there.

She felt defeated; she knew who the woman was. She had only seen her once before, but in that time she had figured out who she was. It was Mrs. Malfoy. She had been their when Sandra had been brought here after she was raped. She had shown the death eaters where to put her, and Sandra had not seen her again. It was not until now that she realized why, Mrs. Malfoy was pregnant, too. She held her wand tight, her hand shaking as she tried to think of what to do. She looked into Mrs. Malfoy's eyes and realized that the woman did not have the same look as her husband did in them. Mrs. Malfoy's eyes held sadness. Sandra did the only thing she felt she could do,

"Please…" she begged as another pain came over her stomach.

She bent over and held her stomach as she tried to gain composure. The two women could hear the other death eaters trying to get through the barrier. Some were shouting about finding another way around. She had no chance if Narcissa was not going to help her; however, she still was surprised when the woman placed her hand on Sandra's back and picked her up from her doubled over position. Narcissa did not say anything as she led Sandra down the hallway quickly. She was having a hard time keeping up, the pain was getting pretty badly, and she began to worry when she had caught a glimpse of her feet and saw blood.

The thought of the blood left her mind when a door was opened in front of her and water started to hit her from the rain outside. Narcissa had led her to a way out. The woman had not said anything to Sandra during the whole trip, but she stopped at the door and finally spoke.

"I cannot leave; you must go now out this way…before the spells are put back up. It is the only way out for you now…you have five minutes to get to the forest before my houses protective spells go back up automatically. I cannot help you after that…I'm sorry." She said as she quickly pushed Sandra out the door and closed it. Sandra had heard Lucius's voice carry out the door as it closed. She did not stop to listen if Narcissa was going to be able to stop him or not. Sandra quickly turned and started running.

Sandra could feel herself growing weaker. The blood she saw on her feet before worried her, she knew she did not have much time before the baby would come. She heard the door behind her open up, and shouts where coming from the death eaters running after her. Narcissa had not been able to stall them long, obviously. Spells started to shoot past her, Sandra did not slow down to fire counter spells. She knew she did not have the time.

The grounds where large, and the run from the back door to the forest behind the Malfoy manner was just about a five minute one for a regular, healthy, person. For Sandra it felt like it was taking forever. One of the spells that a death eater fired just skimmed Sandra's shoulder and had managed to cut her. So they were using any means possible to catch her, she noticed. Since they knew she was in labor she must have figured that they only needed her just barely alive to get the baby out.

Sandra could feel the five minute mark coming up, the edge of the forest was right there. She just had to get passed it and she could get to safety. She could feel the heavy magic in the air as the protection spells where starting to come back up. Sandra was almost sure she was not going to make it when she closed her eyes and pushed herself further than she thought possible. With one quick breath Sandra jumped over to the edge of the forest just as spells started to bounce off of the protection shields around the house. The manor disappeared before her eyes, but Sandra did not stop to wait to see if the death eaters could still come after her. She quickly used whatever strength she had left to apparate to safety.

Sandra had apparated to another forest. This forest was more familiar to her, it was the Dark Forest outside of her school, her home. She knew that this was the safest place she could go, and that the person who could help her would be here.

She moved as quickly as her body would still allow her too. She could feel the blood dripping down her arm from where she had been cut by one of the spells. Her muscles had been aching, but she needed to keep moving towards the castle. She just came into view of the castle when her legs gave out from underneath her. The pain was almost unbearable as she screamed out loud for help. The baby was coming, and she knew that she still was not quiet safe yet.

Just above her, Sandra was too weak to see, a familiar bird flying over head. It was the bird that belonged to her father. Sandra did have some luck on her side tonight; the bird had seen her appear in the forest and had gone to alert her father to her presence. The bird, Fawkes, had been watching over her while he waited for Albus Dumbledore to appear.

Sandra had felt defeated; she was crying, and very weak. She did not think that she would be able to push the baby out if she did not get help. She was still hidden by the trees, so no one could really see her lying on the ground, but they would surely be able to hear her. She cried loudly, hoping to be saved, and to her luck a familiar white beard appeared through the trees. Dumbledore had found her.

"Father…" She cried weakly as he rushed to her side.

Professor Dumbledore rushed to his daughter's side on the ground of the forest. Sandra could see relief and worry fill her father's eyes. She thought that she would never see him again. Sandra wanted to hug her father; she wanted to be happy that he was there and that she was safe once more. Sadly, Sandra could not be; because the pain that filled her body from her stomach was to strong. She had held on as long as she could, but the baby was coming now. Sandra let out a scream through her teeth that she gritted from the pain. Her breathing was picking up, and there was darkness forming around the edges of her eyes.

Albus could see that his daughter was going into labor. He had no time for the feeling filled hello's he wanted to share with Sandra; he needed to help her now. While he supported his daughter as best as he could, to keep her off of the ground, Albus pulled out his wand and conjured a rather large brown pillow to help support her better.

Time was moving by quickly, too quickly for either of them to really notice just how much had went by. The noise that Sandra was making was echoing off the trees behind them. With Dumbledore's quick thinking he had been able to cast a shield around them so that no one else would be able to hear her screams. He knew that his daughter needed to get to a hospital, but he could also tell that there was no time.

Slowly, the forest became quiet. Sandra had screamed her last scream, and within a minute of her screaming stopping did another one's picked up. Resting in Albus' arms was a crying baby; a crying baby girl. Albus held his granddaughter close in his arms as he raised his wand above her as he cast a spell to make sure she was alright. Once sure of that he looked over at Sandra, who still lay on the ground with her head and back against the pillow. She had raised her hands slowly up to reach out for her baby. Dumbledore could tell that Sandra was weak, but he moved to her side and put the baby in her arms.

"A girl…" Sandra said, she was surprised but her voice came out barely a whisper. She knew that with the traveling and running during the labor that it had taken more of a toll on her than she could handle. Sandra dared not to look up into her father's eyes as she carefully held her baby in her arms; however, when she spoke again she spoke to him.

"Her name…is Josephine…She will…she will need protection." Her voice came out weak, tired.
It carried with her breath as she tried to talk with him. All her energy was focused on her baby girl. Her arms shook as she tired to hold up her daughter to look closely at her. Since Josephine was placed in her mother's arms she had stopped crying.

"I know…I will protect her anyway I can." Dumbledore said, the tears where slowly pouring down his face as he watched his daughter become weaker and weaker. He slowly lifted his granddaughter into his arms and held her close with one arm while he reached over to his daughter with his other.

"Sandra, you need help." Dumbledore said strongly, but softly. He knew his feelings where that of a caring father who just wanted to have hope in saving his daughter, but deep down he knew that was not possible anymore. She had lost so much blood already.

"Dad…it's to late…I…I can't anymore…" she whispered as she closed her eyes.

Dumbledore understood, but he did not want to; he wanted to help his daughter and save her. He knew, though, that there was no way he could get her to help in time. She had been through enough already and to try and get her to move once more would be too much. He brushed her hair out of her face while he held his granddaughter in his one arm. He sighed as the tears fell over down his face. He did not want to stall, and he knew he needed to move but he had to wait it out for now.

Time seemed to pass slowly while he sat their in the forest. Josephine had grown quiet as her mother's breath's slowed. The sun was to come up soon, but Sandra was long gone before then. Dumbledore had pulled himself together enough after saying his goodbyes to his daughter and took his granddaughter away. Dumbledore knew it was too risky to walk up to the school with Josephine in his arms and Sandra lying dead in the forest. He had sent for help a short while ago, and just shortly after she passed did Mad-Eye Moody come walking from inside the forest. Fawkes had shown him that way to Dumbledore so no one else would see them.

Dumbledore had to quickly explain to Mad-Eye who Sandra was. The two had known each other while she was alive, but Mad-Eye had known her not as Dumbledore's daughter, but just as a teacher at Hogwarts. He was glad Mad-Eye had not pressured him for details, even though he would not have given them anyway. He just went on into what Voldemort had done, and then what he needed Mad-Eye to do.

"I need you to move Sandra's body. Take her back to her house…and make it look like this happened…this happened there. I need you to hide the fact that she had a baby…Josephine needs to be hidden…no one can know she exists." Dumbledore said sadly as he looked down at his granddaughter.

"Are you sure Dumbledore? If you wish to take care of Sandra, I can-" Mad-Eye was about to offer bringing Josephine where she needed to go, but Dumbledore cut him off.

"No, I must protect her myself. I should have done this with Sandra in the first place. No one can know about Josephine, she can't even know who she is. I am going to bring her somewhere she can't figure out who she is.

And with that Dumbledore walked off into the forest with Josephine sleeping in his arms. Dumbledore had conjured a blanket to wrap her in, and once he was out of the safety of the school's spells he faded into the darkness only to return to the school a few hours later, alone.

Alright everyone please review this chapter and let me know what you think. More will be explained as to where Josephine went in the next chapter. Any questions just put them in the review or message me. Either way I'll try and reply as soon as I can! Thanks!

~tea/anzufan~