Everything except OC's, original locations and plot belongs to the fabulous J.K. Rowling. This series is inspired by hundreds of different sources. There are a few shout outs (quotes, scenes, names .etc) to those sources throughout. I'm sure you'll spot them.

The series is complete up to about 10 chapters into Colossus IV. I'm doing my best to get the stories up quickly but I;m very busy with work and an original novel at the mo so It might take a while.

Hope you enjoy.

1. ======================= SHAKESPEARE'S TRAGEDY ==========================

============ SAN DIEGO - CALIFORNIA - USA - DECEMBER 3RD - 2021 A.D. ============

'Between the light and the darkness, good and evil, life and death, Heaven and Hell, there is a place where everything sits with a perfect balance of both sides. An invisible line. In this place, all it takes is a tiny nudge to fall into one side or the other…some people call it the World we live in. I call it the Soul that lives within us.'

It was him…

He knew it the moment the lock popped out of the door.

The Cylinder flew half away across the room and skidded to a halt on the floor.

Sean Daggra stood but quickly froze on the spot like a startled animal. His wand and his gun were in the bedroom. There was no chance he'd be able to get to them before the door opened.

Albus walked in quickly. He knew exactly where Sean was. He had smelt him the second he stepped up to the front door.

He was wearing a long black trench coat, heavy boots and a Kevlar body armoured vest. (Never can be too careful) He had cut his hair again,́ but clearly hadn't shaved in a few days.

In his hand was a Beretta Xtrema2 Synthetic K-OFF pump shotgun with custom silencer. A large, beer can size cylinder attached to the muzzle that made the heavy duty bang sound like a car door slamming. It also had a custom made extended clip attached to the loading port which brought it's maximum capacity up to 20 shells of double odd buck shot. (Perfect for close range.)

Albus eyeballed Sean for a second before smelling the air and listening for the sound of anyone else in the area.

Nothing but a dog barking 2 blocks away.

He looked at Sean.

"Hi." Al said. With a quick flick of his free hand the door slammed shut.

"You remember me? We met a few weeks ago? You shot me." Albus said conversationally.

"Yeah, I remember." Sean was doing his absolute best no to seem afraid. But around Albus, that was one hell of a difficult task.

"You remember that we met or you remember shooting me?"

"Both." Sean said trying to suppress the gulp in his throat. He couldn't help but look at the weapon. One single shot from that thing, at this range, would blast him apart like a ripe watermelon being hit by the club fist of a giant.

He was sweating now, only under the arms but it was there. Even though it didn't show Albus could smell it.

Fear. He liked it.

"You know why I'm here?" Albus asked.

Sean nodded. "You're here to kill me." His voice remained steady even though he was visibly shaking.

Albus was calm as a rock. A tiny smile curled at the side of his mouth the moment Sean said the word 'Kill'.

"Yes, I am…" Albus said before taking a seat opposite Sean. The Shotgun laid ideally across his legs. "I'm actually here to kill you and your brother…but he's not here is he?" Albus knew the answer to the question.

"No."

"Well…never mind." Albus studied the house for a second. It was a bullshit two floor place that looked like every other house on the block. Only thing different was the people that live inside them. Where Sean had been sitting was a half eaten sandwich and a half empty beer bottle. Next to them, sat a small black Mobile Phone.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" He asked absently.

Sean nodded. "Because we hurt your friend…"

"That's right…you hurt…No, scratch that, you very nearly kill my friend."

"It's was an accident. We were there for…you." Sean said quietly.

"I know…" Albus sniffed the air again, making sure they were still alone. "Do you think it's fair? What I'm doing…I mean, in the simple way of thinking. You tried to kill me and my friends, I'm going to do the same to you, but I'm not going to fail…You think that's fair?"

Sean was too scared to answer. Little beads of sweat had begun rolling of his forehead.

"It's the way they dished out justice in the old days. You murder someone you get hanged, shot, whatever. But now…" Albus sighed. Just thinking about it got him annoyed. "Someone once said to me, that you only get what you deserve, if you take it or it's forced on you. He said that the people in power didn't have the stomach for real justice. Too many do-gooders."

Albus lazily held out his hand and suddenly the half empty beer bottle shot across the room and into his grip. He took a swig and placed the bottle next to him. Sean looked uncomfortable at his display of power, but not shocked.

"It's odd…He was crazy but he wasn't wrong. His mistake came from going after the wrong people. Blaming everyone instead of the people responsible…I'm not going to make that mistake. But he was right. The ministry, the ones in power, will always do what's right. Unless it makes them look bad. I tell ya, that place, it may look a lot cleaner but it'll always be dirty and naïve. I mean, I'm proof of that. I used the Killing Curse in my third year! The number, one except no substitutes, go straight to Azkaban, do pass GO, do not collect 200 Galleons, unforgivable! And what did they do? Nothing!" He grabbed the beer and took another swig.

"It's about the only spell I ever managed to carry off without having to practice sixty odd times before." Albus laughed. "I used the Killing curse. I killed a guy. All at the tender age of 14 and they covered it up. So you can guess what they did when I told them about you guys…they did the complete opposite of what I wanted them to do. They tried to pin it on someone very special to me. They said you guys didn't exist. Which, now that I think about it, is actually kind of a bonus for me, because you can't be charge with murder for killing someone that never existed. Can you?" He chuckled.

"I do exist…just…just not on record." Sean stammered.

"Yeah, well, we all exist on somebody's record. Don't we." He finished Sean's beer and put the bottle down.

For a few seconds nothing was said.

"Do you believe in God?" Albus asked suddenly.

"What?" Sean didn't know what this was about.

"God…do you believe he exist?"

"Yes." Sean blurted. His Breathing heavy.

"Oh you do?" Albus actually looked slightly interested. "Don't meet many wizards that believe in God. Not these days. Not even Muggle-borns. Most of em' give up on that stuff the moment they find out magic actually exist."

"I know." It was all Sean could think to say.

"So what are you, Christian, Catholic, Muslim, Buddhist, what?"

"I'm not Religious…"

"But you believe in God?"

"Yes."

"Which God?"

"What?"

"You seem to have a problem with your hearing." Albus face was still stone and emotionless. "I said, which God do you believe in?"

"The God…"

"That's not an answer." Al said instantly. "Allah, Jehovah, Zeus, which God do you believe in?"

"Err…Ja…Jeho -"

"Jehovah." Albus finished for him.

"Yes."

"But you don't believe in Religion?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Sean had to think for a second. "I…because…it's… -"

"Oh, I see." Albus cut across again. "You don't like the rules of men?"

Sean simply stared. He had no idea what he was talking about.

"You think that Religion was created by men…not God. And therefore the rules of religion don't actually apply. I happen to agree. People like us don't follow the rules of men do we? We operate around them, beyond them…"

Sean nodded. Still shaking.

"You know why I think you believe in God?" Albus didn't wait for him to answer. "It's because you hope that after everything you've done, you will be judged as a soldier and not as a murderer." Albus mused. "That you will be seen as justified in your actions… It seems an ignominious reason to believe in God if you ask me."

Sean visible gulped.

"I believe in God you know…"

Sean simply stared, trying to stop his eyes from meeting the gun.

"Yeah, I know! Me, a pureblood, believing in God! Crazy right?!" Albus laughed. "I too don't follow Religion. But that's a different story…"

"Well…why?" Sean asked absently.

"I don't think that's any of your fuckin' business!" Albus shot back instantly. No emotion, rage or anything else in his voice.

Sean almost pissed himself right then and there. No matter how tough he was or what he had been through, standing in the same room as a man with a shotgun and a pure, unstoppable intent to kill you was terrifying.

"I also believe…" Albus carried on as if Sean had never interrupted. "That what goes around, comes around…" Albus chimed. "You've been going around killing people like me for a very long time…and now I've come around, see how that works?"

Sean nodded automatically.

"But I wonder…after I'm done… Will there be some pissed off maniac with a serious grudge that comes to visit me one day? Seems to be some kind of cycle of life…" Albus took a moment to think. He saw Sean shaking and his resolve was re-strengthened. He was scared out of his wits. Well at least that's something.

"I mean look at Voldemort…He went around for years as the biggest baddest motha fucker of them all. Killing for no reason, reason, fun etc. He built up his empire, got fucked, came back and did it all again. Until…fate came back around…and delivered my father to the wizarding world. My dad did the business and then it was over. We had peace. All was well. Then you guys show up and here we are…"

Albus cleared his throat.

"I guess, what I'm really wondering is whether, I am what comes around or am I what goes around?" Albus waited for an answer that he knew Sean couldn't give. "I don't know…I don't know, I mean some people say that this whole thing is decided by our choices. What is right, what is easy…who knows…"

He looked Sean dead in the eyes.

"God knows…we're all on his record." He added with a smile.

Al checked his wrist watch. He took a deep breath trough his nose. "So where's your brother?" He asked light-heartedly.

"Away." Sean said simply.

"Away? Well then I guess we'll just have to wait."

"Gonna be waiting for a while…he's away for the weekend."

"Ah…Well I'm not that patient." Albus stood. "Guess I'll just have to come back…"Albus's eyes locked on Sean's. They were filled with darkness. "Or just wait for him to find me."

He cocked the shotgun.

It was time.

Sean's heart was beating so hard his chest was shaking. He was about to die.

It was too much. Urine began spilling down Sean's leg. "We never meant to hurt her!" He cried out suddenly. It was his last ditch effort to save himself.

"I know."

"We were there for you!" Tears were actually falling from Sean's eyes now.

"I know." Albus voice was almost understanding.

"Please…"

"No." Albus said clearly.

"Don't do this!"

"You almost killed the woman I love more than anything in this world." Albus was looking him dead in the eye. "That cannot and will not, go unanswered."

"We didn't mean to…" Sean sobbed. His knees were buckling.

"But you did." Albus voice was still understand. Like a mentor speaking to a student. "You did."

"Please, I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"

Albus pointed the shotgun at Sean's head.

"Please…please…I'm sorry…I don't wanna die…"

"Neither do I." He said simply.

BANG!

His head erupted like a small explosive had gone off inside it. Blood, Brain matter and skull sprayed the living room.

The headless corpse of Sean Daggra fell to the floor.

For a second Albus did nothing. He simply stared at the body. Getting a feel for what he had done. For what he was going to do again. He admired it.

Death. It was so pure. So perfect.

This body. This corpse. This big piece of meat, would never have the chance to laugh again, love again, cry again or kill again.

He had killed before. But this was his first mission. His first assassination. His first execution.

He loved the finality of it. The total and overwhelming result. The result he was looking for. He had, after all, kissed goodbye to his normal life, the moment he had decided to go through with this.

He knew what he was doing. It was a conscious choice. He didn't screw up! They made him do this! They crossed the line! They took this too far!

It could have stay between them but they went one step further! They hurt his life line! I attacked the people he loved the most! And for that…he will drown them in their own blood!

On this Earth, everything simply stops at death. Whatever happens after, he didn't know. But as long as what these people were living, didn't happen again, he was contempt with his actions. If these people never had a chance to hurt anyone, ever again…then he didn't regret what he had done…

Of course…he would pray from him later.

Albus walked over to where Sean had been sitting. He picked up the small Mobile Phone and began searching through the names and recent calls.

"Hmm, you got a lot of friends…can't wait to meet em'."

He left the house.

'Granddad?'

=================== ISTANBUL - TURKEY - JULY 25TH - 2100 A.D. ===================

"Granddad?" Anya said again breaking Scorpius out of his daydream down memory lane.

He was in his study for a second day, retelling the story of Albus's life to his excitable Grand Daughter. The weather hadn't changed a it, expect that it was a hell of a lot hotter. The humidity was getting horrendous. Every door and window in the huge house had been left open and extra atmospheric charms had been put up to combat the summer.

"I'm sorry. I was just remembering something. I think I've left it out of the book. I'll have to alter it a bit later…never mind, where was I?" Scorpius asked his grand daughter.

"You were saying something about Lincoln." Anya reminded.

"Oh yes. Lincoln. Well I'm afraid we're going to have to take a step back before we continue on." Scorpius said.

"Huh?"

"Well I think it's important that you know a little bit about Lincoln and his sister. It becomes important later on you see." Scorpius explained.

"Okay." Anya smiled.

"Now it was back in 2005, no 2006 that Lincoln's life was first put on it's course to intertwine with Albus's…"

=================== AUSTIN - TEXAS - USA - MARCH 1ST 2006 A.D. ==================

'Lincoln was only ten years old at the time. His sister, Amelia was eight. They're mother had died during complications with Amelia's birth. But it was a far more serious reason that their father Douglas, was so very overprotective of his children.'

Lincoln was sitting at his desk in the cramped class room. Most of the students around him were on the verge of falling asleep but he was doing his best to listen. The teacher continued on about how the Bill of Rights was first written, while he took notes. History was his favourite subject, but because he and his sister had only arrived at this school a month earlier, he thought it was important to try and keep up with the work.

Of course, if tradition continued then he and his sister would probably be leaving this school in about six months. They'd jet halfway across the country and settle into a new town for a while. Then move again.

Six towns, six schools, six new names in four years. The latest on was Lincoln Fargo. It was only the second name that changed with the move. Lincoln often wondered if they would ever simply stop moving around. He didn't care that much. In honesty he never felt like he belonged anywhere he went. The constant moves were taking there toll on Amelia however.

She was always the centre of attention. She'd instantly make friends anywhere they went and would then be heart broken when she had to leave them. Lincoln didn't have any friends. He simply never felt like he could connect to anyone.

The school bell rang, waking up most of the people that had actually fallen asleep.

Lincoln gathered up his things and left the class room.

In the hallway, hundreds of students were walking to and from they're lockers, packing away books, grabbing jackets and getting ready to leave for the day. Lincoln went to his locker and followed suit.

"Hey." Amelia said walking over to him.

"Hey. How was?"

"Boring. I liked Seattle better. It's too hot here." She groaned.

"You'll get used to it. Or we'll just move again." Lincoln sighed.

"Lincoln why do we keep having to move?" Amelia asked.

"Cos dad says so."

"But why? I mean…" She moved closer and lowered her voice. "You haven't used it in almost a year!"

"Dad says we can't stay in the same place to long so we don't." Lincoln said quickly, shutting his locker.

They started walking down the hall. It was two hot for a jacket so they simply carried them.

"I didn't wanna leave Seattle. I liked it there!" Amelia whined again.

"I know. But dad says it's dangerous for us to stay in one place for too long." He repeated.

"Hey Faggot!" A voice said from behind.

Lincoln sighed. He didn't need this crap. Not on a hot day like this. He turned to see Jay Weller. The school bully. Enormous for a twelve year old. Next to him were four of his friends. Not as big as him but nevertheless intimidating.

"You still own me money!" Jay growled.

"No I don't." Lincoln said weakly.

"See you still don't get it. It's a standard charge for new kids. See you pay me and I make sure you don't get bothered by any of the of kids." Jay spouted off.

"That's bullshit!"

"Lincoln please, just give him the money." Amelia said quietly.

"Yeah Faggot!" Jay clearly thought that because Faggot and Fargo began with the letter F, he was being cleaver. "Do as ya little girlfriend says and give me the money!"

"She's my sister!" Lincoln hissed. He was getting angry.

"Oh, well then she's a newbie and owes me money as well!"

"No." Lincoln said.

Jay suddenly pushed Lincoln against the lockers. His rage was blowing gauges at this point. But he couldn't fight him. His father had told him, under no circumstances is he to fight anyone.

"I don't wanna fight you." Lincoln said weakly.

"I don't blame you! I wouldn't wanna fight me neither!" Jay growled as his friends giggled.

Suddenly Jay threw a massive right hook at Lincoln's face. His fist never impacted. Instead it actually passed straight through Lincolns head and slammed into the locker behind it. There was a horrible crunch and Jay yelled in pain. He had broken his knuckles.

"AHHH!" Jay screamed.

His friends looked at him in complete horrified shock.

"Lincoln!" Amelia cried.

Lincoln panicked. Ten months without using it and he had just shown his power to a group of school bullies. Amelia looked terrified.

He grabbed her arm and they ran towards the exit, leaving Jay behind them to whine in pain and his friends to stand in stunned silence.

Despite the heat, Amelia and Lincoln ran the entire way home. By the time they reach the house they were both panting for air and sweating like crazy.

The house was a standard two floored, three bed roomed home that looked extremely like every other house on the block.

The burst through the front door and into the house.

"DAD! DAD!" Lincoln cried.

"Yeah, I'm back here." Their father said from the living room.

They ran into the room where Douglas Shakespeare was sitting watching a football game on TV. He had a kind face and the look of a construction worker.

"What's wrong?!" He asked seeing the scared looks on his children's faces.

"Lincoln used his power!" Amelia said quickly.

"I'm sorry dad! It wasn't my fault. Jay tried to hit me and it just happened! I didn't mean to!" Lincoln said frantically.

His father came over and hugged him. "It's alright, it's alright. Are you hurt" Doug asked.

Lincoln shook his head.

"Alright, Amy, I want you to go upstairs and pack some clothes for you and your brother." Amelia nodded and ran up stairs. "Lincoln, the emergency box, in the shed, do you remember where it is?"

"Yeah."

"I need you to go and get it and then go and help your sister. Here's the keys." Doug said handing his son a set of house keys.

Lincoln started walking towards the backdoor then stopped and turned. "Dad, I'm sorry." He whimpered.

"It's alright son, but we have to leave now. Go." His dad said. Lincoln shot towards the back door.

Lincoln ran to the back of the garden and began fiddling with the keys. He found the shed key and unlocked the padlock. The moment he was inside he began moving tool and boxes out of the way trying to get to a covered section in the corner. He finally pulled away and old dusty rag revealing a small metal box. He undid the latch and looked inside.

Passports, money, fake ID's. Everything was there. He closed up the box and quickly ran back to the house.

Lincoln froze as he got to the back door. He could hear a voice inside that didn't belong to his father.

"You shouldn't have run from us Douglas." The voice was calm and professional.

Lincoln very carefully put the box down on the floor and peered through the window.

In the living room he could see three men. One a large black man, wearing a trench coat. Two other men were behind him looking around the living room. He couldn't get a very good look at them because of the dirt on the window glass but he could see his father was backing away from them, looking terrified.

"Please…please…" Doug begged.

"You know this has to happen Douglas." The black man said.

"No, not my son, please! It's not him, it can't be!" Douglas continued to plead.

"And if your wrong?" The black man pulled what looked like a small metal pipe from his jacket. He gave it a jolt and it extended to twice the length, like a police baton. "You and your daughter can still have a life Douglas. But Lincoln has to come with us."

"Daddy?" Amelia had walked into the living room. She saw the three men and immediately tried to run but one of them grabbed her and pulled her back into the room.

"NO, LET HER GO! PLEASE!" Doug screamed.

"DADDY!" Amelia cried.

"Were not here for her Douglas, just tell us where Lincoln is!" The black man demanded.

Lincoln looked around frantically. He saw a small little league baseball bat that he had been playing with on the weekend, still propped up against the wall. He grabbed the bat, took a breath and charged into the house.

"NO! LINCOLN!" Doug screamed but I was to late.

Lincoln swung for the black man but he was too fast and grabbed the bat. The black man raised the baton but was suddenly tackled by Doug.

One of the other men pulled a similar baton from his jacket and aimed it at Lincoln. It fired and a thin metal cable shot from the tip. The cable passed straight through Lincoln's chest. He moved just as the second man fired. The cable struck the sofa.

Amelia elbowed the nearest man in the balls. He fell to the ground, dropping his baton.

"RUN LINCOLN!" Doug screamed, still wrestling with the black man.

Lincoln grabbed the bat and ran over to his sister. He hit the man that was already floored in the face with the bat, knocking him out cold.

Suddenly the second man was right behind him. A pair of huge razor sharp metal claws flipped out of the tip of his baton and he swung at Lincoln. One of the claws connected, slicing Lincolns back open. He yelled in pain and blood gushed from the open cut.

Lincoln fell to the floor. Amelia jumped on top of him, using her body to shield him.

The man pointed his baton at Amelia but didn't fire.

"Please…please no!" Amelia cried, tears streaming down her face.

"MOVE KID!" The man yelled. When it was obvious that she wasn't going to he flicked his baton. Amelia was suddenly lifted into the air by some invisible force. He pointed his want at Lincoln again but was tackled by Doug before he could fire.

Doug had managed to break away from the black man. He began punching the other man in the face over and over as Amelia helped Lincoln to his feet. They scurried around behind the sofa, heading for the back door.

Lincoln looked back, just in time to see the black man raise his baton at Doug.

There was a clap of red light and bolt of energy shot from the tip of his baton. The bolt hit Doug in the back. Blood strayed across the wall and floor. The bolt had gone straight through his body leaving a huge gaping hole in his chest.

Douglas Shakespeare slumped over and breathed his last breath.

"DADDY!" Lincoln cried.

The black man wheeled around and fired at Lincoln. Another bolt of red energy collided with the sofa, blasting it apart.

Lincoln and Amelia bolted to the back door and out into the garden as more bolts of light collided with the walls around them. Amelia grabbed the box as they cut left, jumping the fence and running through the back garden of the adjourning house.

Lincoln was faltering. He was loosing too much blood. Amelia was using all her strength to hold him up but he was too heavy. They cut around the house and across more gardens.

They jumped another fence but on the other side was a steep ten foot fall. They fell and rolled across the ground, falling into a large bush.

They stopped and stayed silent, trying to hide them selves in the heavy foliage.

They both froze on the stop as they watched the black man and the two other men running threw the gardens. Without stopping they ran straight past the bush that Lincoln and Amelia were hiding in and continued through the gardens.

Lincoln and Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. They slowly crawled out from the bush and changed direction heading into the next street.

The sun was beginning to set on the horizon.

Lincoln was barely conscious as they continued to move through the gardens of the suburb.

Eventually they stopped at a house. It looked a lot like there's but undamaged. All the lights were off. It was as good a bet as any.

Lincoln slumped next to the back door while Amelia tried the handle. Locked.

"Oh, please open!" She begged trying the door handle even harder.

Suddenly there was a click and the lock popped open. Amelia looked shocked for a second as the door opened but then turned her attention back to her brother. She helped him drag himself inside. She closed and locked the door behind them.

After drawing the blinds she turned on the light. They were in a very clean and brand new kitchen. Amelia began running cold water from the tap while searching for a towel.

She found one, wet it and began trying to clean the dirt out of Lincolns wound. It wasn't good. The large slash started at his left shoulder blade and carried on across his spine. He hissed and cringed as she continued to clean it.

"What are you doing in here?" A low smooth voice asked.

Lincoln and Amelia froze. He instinctively moved his sister behind him and turned to face the person.

There was a gun pointed at his face. It was being held by a woman in her mid twenties with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She didn't look angry, more cautious.

"Please…please…my brothers been hurt…" Amelia squeaked.

The woman looked at the blood stained towel on the side. She thought for a second then lowered the gun.

"Show me your back." She said. Her accent wasn't American.

Lincoln cautiously turned. The woman looked the wound up and down for a second. She looked at Amelia and seemed to be deep in thought. After a second or so she sighed. She tucked the gun into the back of her trousers, reached into her pocket and pulled out a long wooden stick.

She pointed the stick at his wound and began muttering what sounded like a lullaby.

To Amelia's amazement, the wound began to close itself. She stood watching with pure shock on her face.

When the woman had finished, the wound was barely a quarter of the size. She finished by conjuring a white bandage of thin air which rapped itself over Lincolns wound.

"How…how did you -" Amelia breathed.

"I'm a witch." The woman responded.

"A witch?" Lincoln repeated.

"Yes."

"You mean like magic and stuff?" Amelia asked.

"Yes." She turned to Lincoln who was shifting his back around trying to get a feel for the bandage. "Where are you parents?" She asked.

Lincoln looked away and tear appeared in Amelia's eyes.

The woman clearly got the message. "Do you know who attacked you?" She asked.

Lincoln shook his head. "Dad just said they wanted to hurt me." he said quietly.

"Why?"

"Because I'm…different…"

"What do you mean?" The woman asked.

"Lincoln…" Amelia warned.

"She helped us Amy." Lincoln turned to the woman. "I can…sometimes things…go through me." She said awkwardly.

"Go through you? Can you show me?" She asked, highly curious.

"NO!" Amelia yelled. "They'll find us again!"

"Dad said they can find me when I use my power." Lincoln agreed quietly.

"Huh…Heard of your kind…I thought you were a myth." The woman said. She looked over at the back door. "And is that how you got in here?"

Lincoln and Amelia looked at each other for a second. "The door just came open." Amelia said quietly.

"No it didn't." The woman said giving Amelia an intimidating look. Amelia shrank in her seat.

The scene was broken when the sounds of a baby crying in another room were heard. The woman immediately left the kitchen. Amelia and Lincoln sat uncomfortably for a moment. For a second they both thought about making a run for it, but couldn't seem to move.

Lincoln rubbed his face feeling the sadness creeping up in his stomach again.

Amelia held her brothers hand and began to cry quietly into his shoulder.

The woman re-entered the room whispering softly to the three month old baby in her arms. "Did mummy wake you? Did mummy wake you? Mummy's sorry." The Woman's intimidating streak had melted away in to that of a warm, welcoming and loving mother.

She gently rocked the baby for a second then looked at Lincoln and Amelia.

"What are your names?" She asked.

"I'm Lincoln Shakespeare. This is my sister Amelia."

"I'm Rachael." She smiled at the little bundle of joy and brought her baby closer to Lincoln and Amelia. "This is Aurora."

A baby girl with jet black hair and beautiful wolf like eyes looked up at them and smiled.

A/N - The shotgun that Albus used at the beginning of the chapter was inspired by the weapon that Anton Chirgurh (Javier Bardem) used in the novel and film No Country for Old Men.