Chapter One: Dream Weaver

Baby Neville looked into his mother's big brown eyes and smiled. She was humming to him as she rocked him back and forth in her arms. His father came into the room with a grim look on his weathered face.

"You know they might find us Alice." His father said causing his mother to stop humming and frown. "They'll come looking for him. If they find him with us they might…"

"He's mine now Frankie." His mother said just above a whisper. "She can't have him back. Besides, you really want this beautiful child raised by them?"

"Alice…" His father sounded concerned. There was a crash downstairs that caused them both to jump. "What the…"

Neville sat up abruptly and found himself in his own bed at his Gram's home. Sweat poured down his face and he felt sick to his stomach. For years he had been having the same dream and he still didn't know what it meant. He slumped back down onto the bed and closed his eyes.

A three year old girl sat patiently on a big plush chair watching several men and a few women rush about carrying bags and stacks of books. She didn't understand why everyone was running around. She quickly lost interest and went back to inspecting the necklace the nice man in the black robe with long blond hair had given to her. It was a silver chain with a small pendant in the shape of a serpent. Two emerald eyes sparkled at her as she turned the necklace in her hands.

"Come here love, let's go see your mother." A woman picked her up and carried her into a dark room full of shelves. The little girl knew those shelves once held books that her papa would sit and read to her, but all the books were gone now. A woman with long curly brown hair sat on a couch sobbing and shaking.

"Oh Narcissa!" The sobbing woman said to the woman who held the little girl. "He can't be gone! He just can't! I don't believe them!"

"Aradia you have to go into hiding now. Lucius has already arranged everything for you two. The Order will be looking for you both. You must be strong until his return. I don't believe he is gone either. He wouldn't abandon us."

Hermione's eyes opened lazily. Something in her mind told her she had just been dreaming. She tried to remember what she had seen but it faded away too quickly. All she could remember was book shelves…

Severus sat in an armchair at his home on Spinners End drinking his fifth glass of fire whiskey. He knew he shouldn't but it helped ease the pain of the memories. Memories he had almost lost forever. If it had not been for Lucius and the potion that had restored his obliviated memories… Severus let his mind slip back to the night Lucius had confronted him.

"You must believe me! I have been searching for them for years and they have been right under our noses! It's no coincidence that they are all Gryffindors! He arranged that because he knew we would never look twice at Gryffindors! Why would we?"

"Why would Dumbledore go through all that trouble, kidnapping all those children?"

"To help him fight his damn war! He knew we would be weakened by the loss and he would have more fighters for his side, powerful fighters. Dumbledore took your son and wife and gave them to James Potter. Potter, of course had no problem raising your son because he got to have Lily. He modified all of your memories, hers too, so you would believe she was never with you. He took Neville, Bella and Rodolphus' son and hid him with another family. He even took our Lord's daughter who is my niece, and my sister, Aradia. He obliviated Aradia and sent them both Merlin knows where."

"You said there were four… Who was the fourth?" Severus' head ached but he wanted to know.

"My daughter." Lucius said weakly. Severus groaned. It was a well known fact that Narcissa Malfoy had given birth to a daughter. The healers at St. Mungos insisted that her daughter was stillborn but Narcissa still claimed that she had heard her baby cry.

"Do you know where she is?"

"With the Weasleys." He spat out.

"You don't mean…"

"Yes, I do."

Two nights later Lucius Malfoy's eyes scanned through the papers in his hand as he sat at his desk. His lips pressed together, he fought off the urge to close his eyes and lay his head down. The sound of footsteps caused him to snap his head up. His son stood a few feet away from his desk.

"What is it son?" Lucius spoke gently.

"I just wanted to say goodnight." Lucius knew it was a lie.

"You can tell me if something is wrong." Draco sat in the chair opposite the desk.

"I hate having to pretend. Now that we found her why can't we just bring her home. I hate seeing her with that family in those rags… I thought giving her that diary was going to help her see who she really is. Why can't she remember us? I want my sister back!"

"That old fool has modified a lot of memories. Genevieve doesn't remember us. She would never accept us… Dumbledore has done his job well."

"When we bring the Dark Lord back will things change? Will everything be put back?"

"We have to bring him back first, son." Lucius looked into his son's eyes and saw a mixture of rage and sadness. He wondered if he should have ever told Draco about his younger sister, or about any of the stolen children. The papers he held in his hands were an assortment of birth certificates, newspaper clippings, and copies of diary entries. They were essential to proving to these four stolen children the truth about their identities.

"Please sleep, son. I promise to do everything in my power to bring everyone home. We need to sleep now if we are going to be up early enough to go to the World Cup." Draco's eyes brightened slightly when he remembered his father had donated tickets to everyone at the ministry just to guarantee that his sister would be there.

"Goodnight Father."