New A/n- Hello everyone again! So I've slightly redone the first chapter, a lot more details and just alot better in my opinion. When I first wrote this I was 17/18. It's been three years and personally I think I've learned to write quite a bit better so i decided to show that. I really hope you guys like it. xoxoxo

Oh yea still don't own it.

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Prologue

Everyone knows of the prophecy Sybil Trelawney once made about and young boy and Tom Riddle. Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape were the only witnesses to this, and believed it to be the only prophecy she ever had. Dumbledore gave her a job at his school, effectively locking her away from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She never spoke of another prophecy she gave, years ago before the legendary Harry Potter. This prophecy was about four girls. Apart they would be very formidable, but together they would be unstoppable. The only ones to hear about this were Druella and Cygnus Black…and Voldemort.

Everyone in the Wizarding and Muggle community alike knew of the Blacks. Their four beautiful daughters would haunt you some say. Other would say how one look from Druella Black would cause you to never sleep again.

It was hard to pin point what was true and what wasn't with this family. What everyone did know about though, was the tragedy that surrounded the family in the early 60's. It was covered in wizard and muggle papers alike. Six year old daughter to prominent family murdered in the middle of the night. The case was never solved.

It was a tragedy that was never spoken about. For everyone also knew, if you mentioned little Arianna in front of a Black…it was the last thing you did.

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Chapter one.

July 13th 1963

"Arianna! If you don't give me back my wand RIGHT NOW I'm going to tell father!" Bellatrix had been chasing her little sister all over the house for close to half an hour, and nowhere close to getting her wand back. She had finally corned her in the dining room, there was nowhere for the little runt to run now.

"But Bella, I just want to try to spell! Just one I swear it. Don't you want me to be able to protect myself when I go to school?" The little girl started pouting, she knew she was very good at getting her way when she did this, but unfortunately her oldest sister was not swayed this time. "Please don't tell father, you know how angry he got last time he caught me trying to do magic!" Pleading was a last resort but it had to be done to avoid the wrath of their father.

"Of course he gets angry you little twit! You're only six; you have no right to be even holding a wand yet. You're a smart little girl, but still, only a child. You still have five more years to read about all the spells you want until you go to Hogwarts. But I must do my transfiguration homework or I won't pass. Don't you think father will be angry with me if I do not pass my lessons?" Bella started to think she was getting to the girl, but she still had not handed over the wand.

"Okay how about this, I will teach you an Entrail-Expelling curse tonight, but ONLY if you give it back right now." Bella decided to bargain with the precocious child, and thankfully it worked.

She was just about to hand over the wand when she snatched it back quickly. "Will you really?" She said with a drawl of suspicion. "You know both our parents will be mad if you teach me that one." Arianna said with a little smirk.

"Well, don't tell him I taught you that, and I won't tell him you stole my wand and tried to burn the house down with it." Bella said as she snatched the wand out of her tiny hand while she was off guard.

Tears automatically sprung up in the young girls eyes. The way it does with most young children when they get a favorite toy taken away. "You wouldn't dare tell him that! You know it's not true!"

Bella, quickly realizing her mistakes in making her cry, ran over and held her little sister close. She hated making any of her sisters cry. She loathed it when someone else did and would personally track down and hex them to oblivion. "Oh it'll be alright, you know I won't say anything to father. Just don't go stealing my want without my permission again, understand? I must go do my homework now, why don't you find Andy and play a game." Seeing as everything seemed all better Bella patted the girl on the head and sent her to play with Andromeda.

Andy had just finished her first year of school and didn't have near as much homework as Bellatrix, who was about to become a fourth year. As Bella wondered up to her room, she really wondered how she was going to get away with teaching her such a dangerous spell. 'Well at least she will be able to protect herself well.' She thought with a chuckle.

Not many people were even aware the Entrail-Expelling curse was still around. They had banned it most places and definitely did not teach it anywhere. One of the gifts of being a Black however, was the immense library the house was home to. Books thousands of years old were on those shelves; some containing only the darkest and most disturbing pieces of magic.

Later in the evening….

Arianna entered her room after dinner, only to find her sister Narcissa sitting casually on her bed reading a book. "Cissa, not that I mind you in my room, but couldn't you read in your own room? I'm supposed to be playing with Bella tonight." Arianna was quickly trying to get her out of the room, already at the bed pulling at Narcissa's dress. She did not want Bella to come in here and decide she wasn't old enough to learn the spell because she couldn't keep a secret. She could! She hadn't told anyone all day about it, even though she was practically jumping off the walls with excitement. Learning new things had always made Arianna a little hyperactive.

"You're 'playing' with Bella?" Cissa said in the drawl that Andy said she only uses so she sounds more important like mother. "And here I thought Bella was too old be 'playing' with us lowly children now that she was in school. Playing with Bella, wouldn't be code for learning new spells from Bella…would it dear little sister?" She was baiting her, and fortunately for Narcissa, the tiny girl was still too young to understand when she was being messed with sometimes.

"Oh no! How did you find out! Bella will never forgive me! I promised I wouldn't tell, please don't- wait…what is that you're reading?" Arianna asked, looking for the first time at the name on the cover.

"Oh just a little book Bella happened to give me, all about spells and such. She had helpfully marked one page, the Entrail-Expelling curse. I think she might have also said something about just dropping it off in your room, but I just couldn't resist." Narcissa smiled at that. She was a curious girl, and had to know absolutely everything that was going on at all times.

"Now why would you ever need to learn this spell? I'm only nine and I won't have any real use for it for a couple more years." Cissa really was curious what had possessed their oldest sister this time. "I want to be able to beat up all the Gryffindors when I go to Hogwarts. None of them will have learned it yet and no one will be able to pick on me." Arianna sounded like she actually thought she would get picked on. She really didn't realize their position in this world sometimes.

"Well, while I'm happy you want to be able to defend yourself, this curse will cause you to get into extreme trouble." Narcissa had an incredible lecture voice for a nine year old.

"How would you know, you don't even go to Hogwarts yet. And anyway I won't get in trouble because I won't get caught, I'm smarter than that." She said with a bright smirk and grabbed the book out of her sister's hand. She needed to read at least some of it before Bella came to get her.

"You are a true Slytherin, aren't you? Well let's just hope that's the house you get into once you finally go to school. Could you imagine either of us being in Hufflepuff? Or worse, Gryffindor!" Narcissa said with a shriek.

At that moment Bella and Andy both walked in with matching mischievous looks. "I thought since I would be corrupting my smallest sister tonight, might as well make it all three." Bellatrix said with a smile.

Bella spent the next two hours passing her wand around, teaching each girl the spell. They had started out using pillows and mattresses. But once Bella was confident that they wouldn't do any lasting damage she called in one of the house elves. It took some time, but even Arianna got the curse down perfectly. Bellatrix really hoped her parents wouldn't notice they were missing a house elf later.

Just as they were all cleaning up for bed, Arianna got the strangest feeling. She couldn't explain it, she just knew she did not want to be sleep alone. She was only six after all and six year olds were still allowed to be scared of the dark every now and again.

"Bella, do you think you could read me a bed time story tonight?" At those words all three of her youngest sisters perked up. Bella happened to be very good at telling bed time stories. Now normally after such an active day she would have refused and made all three little girls go to bed on their own. But she also had a feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something she didn't like.

"Oh alright, don't have to beg me. Everyone pile up on Ari's bed. We should all sleep in here tonight." Bella decided on the spot. It felt like a good idea. When they were all together nothing could ever hurt them. With that they all climbed in and piled around Bella waiting to hear another fantastic story about a great witch who ended up conquering the world.

Meanwhile in a tavern in central London….

Druella and Cygnus Black were attending a dinner with some close friends and colleagues. Those in attendance include Abraxus and Carmella Malfoy, who the Blacks had been friends with for generations. The Avery's, Goyle's, and Lord Voldemort were attending with them, though they wouldn't be considered friends or even colleagues. Especially Voldemort; he had been the one to call this meeting, what for was anyone's guess.

The Blacks weren't Death Eaters per se, but they supported his cause against muggles full heartily.

The Tavern they had picked was right outside the muggle entrance to Diagon Alley and quite empty, which served their purposes perfectly. None of them had noticed the small women with bug eyes in the back room muttering to herself.

None of them could have guessed that Voldemort was already becoming exceedingly paranoid and had begun to doubt the loyalty of some of his followers. He had called this little gathering as a test. Yes his main cause was to rid this world of all the rubbish. But it seemed some of his followers still questioned him. He already noticed five people he had summoned here and did not show up. They were going to pay for that later. He had other things to deal with. The Blacks were an extremely important and influential family. And to think that they were not behind him one hundred percent…well that would become a problem. Yes they were going to rid the world of muggles and half-bloods alike. But Government was also his plan. He knew he needed their backing if he were to become Minister of Magic one day, like he knew he would.

He had just explained to them all about the new spell he had made; a tattoo of sorts that would show their support. He decided that was all they needed to know about that particular spell at the moment though and stood up.

"Cygnus, would you and your wife please join me in the back room. We have much to discuss about the future." Without another word he turned and started walking. He knew they would follow.

While following him into one of the private rooms, Druella tripped and almost fell against the small crouched down woman with bug eyes. She had to be one of the strangest women she had ever seen, with shawls and wraps covering so much of her all that was visible was her unusually large head bent down. The women had kept rocking back and forth almost ritualistically until the second Druella came into contact with her. At that moment her head snapped up and they all saw her large eyes and strange pendants hanging all around her.

"The earth will shake. The heavens will weep. The sky will fall. We will Burn! The snake will be sacrificed. Lighting will is only a distraction until the end. Four! Four! Four! They are the oldest. The darkest blood. No one shall stand in their way!" The women had begun to scream at the end.

A blood curdling cry that rang throughout the entire tavern. She started repeating herself then. "The earth will shake! The heav-"

"Stupefy!" Cygnus yelled while pointing his wand at this obviously insane woman. Druella was turning a multitude of colors ranging from green to red to purple. He couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking but whatever it was he hoped to Merlin she was blocking her thoughts.

"And why, my dear Cygnus, would your wife need to be blocking her thoughts? Hmm?" Voldemort had finally taken his eyes off the women crumpled to the floor and giving him a look that rivaled death itself. Cygnus hadn't had time to raise his own mental shields and immediately fell to the floor with Voldemort's attack in his brain. It felt like someone rifling through a filing cabinet. Except instead of looking through files, he was looking through his memories.

He did the best he could to think of anything else. His job, his wife, his child- no no not this children mustn't think of the children!

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled pointing his wand at Cygnus. Druella had looked back by now to see if any of their friends would help them, but she only looked to find that everyone had abandoned the tavern. They were alone with him.

"Do NOT attempt to hide your thoughts from me you pathetic piece of filth. What are you hiding! Show me now or I will show you what real pain feels like." And Cygnus believed him. He had never felt anything like the Crucio spell before and did not want to feel it again.

Before he could even stop it, Voldemort was in his mind again, this time seeing everything. He saw the time when Bellatrix was a child and ran around the house lighting every candle she could find with her fingers and breath. They had made her put a stop to that right away of course. No one had ever had such ability before, but they had always just assumed it was her magic coming through early.

He tried to stop it there. That might have been easy enough to explain. But more images kept popping up in his head. Narcissa filling her bathtub with her mind. Andromeda causing a muggle boy who had been picking on her one day to fly three blocks away, killing him. They were done for and he knew it. No one could keep them safe now.

"You never thought it wise to tell me that your daughters possessed such talents. It never occurred to you that your Lord might benefit from such things?" He asked. "Is that it, just the three of them?" Druella and Cygnus both knew that Voldemort already knew the answer to that. Everyone knew that they had four daughters. But that wasn't what he was asking.

"N-no my lord. Our youngest, she hasn't done anything like that. Her only talent is her beauty and brain. She is smart for her age but nothing like the others I swear to you!" Druella had finally spoken up. She couldn't bear to see her husband suffer anymore, for having your brain savagely rifled through was not an easy experience. "Crucio! Was I asking you woman?" Voldemort suddenly sighed and turned away from them, walking to the far window letting the Black couple recover their strength.

After some silence he finally spoke again. "I'm sure you both realize by now that it was a prophecy we heard. Prophecies are inane things really, can never be fully trusted. They are always so vague. But what that woman said tonight…she said after contact with you Druella. Spoke of Four….of the elements. This is not something I can ignore. You both have betrayed me. And to betray your Lord is a grave offense. But I will give you one chance to prove your selves to me. One last chance and if you fail you die. Simple as that. Kill the beasts and I will forgive you." Voldemort said all of this without turning around.

If he had, he would have seen the confusion on Druella's face when he said 'beasts'. He would have seen the stricken look of horror that colored Cygnus's for he realized at once what he was referring to.

"You cannot be asking us what I fear you are my lord. It's our children! How could we possibly harm them! They won't ever be a threat to you if that is what your worried abou-"

"I am NOT threaten by a bunch of children you imbecile! I am Lord Voldemort and NO ONE OPPOSES ME!" He turned around then and saw Druella sobbing on the ground uncontrollably. Cygnus hadn't moved an inch, he was just staring back coldly. "You cannot expect to have followers if you ask us to sacrifice our children for you. Wouldn't they be put to better use in your cause once they are of age? They will help you! Fight for you!"

Voldemort seemed to be considering this. It wasn't a horrible idea after all. Guaranteed followers as the years pass. But there was still a risk…

"You shall kill one then, the youngest. Before her powers develop more than they already have. If she isn't dead by sunrise you all will be." And with that he was gone, leaving no more room for argument.

They both apperated home shortly after the incident, both sinking into chairs by the fireplace immediately.

By this time it was already nearing 3 am and there wasn't a sound in the house. They sat in silence for some time, contemplating the night's events.

How could they possibly hurt little Arianna? Druella stood up after sometime and walked to the mantle where pictures of all the girls stood.

Bellatrix with her long midnight locks, unique violet eyes. Andromeda, with her natural looks that would look hideous on anyone else, but made her look beautiful and unique in her own way somehow with her brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Narcissa, her beautiful angel, with her gorgeous pale blonde hair, and sky blue eyes, it was obvious to anyone she would be the most beautiful witch when she was older. And finally, her dear, dear Arianna, she was the most unique of all, she had a mixture of all her sisters, who all looked so different from each other. She had a mixture of Bella's midnight hair with Narcissa's pale hair, a dark blonde that only accentuated her dark blue eyes, which had this beautiful touch of violet scattered within them. And a beautiful smile that matched Andromeda's. Those two could light up a room just by smiling.

"We cannot do this Cygnus. It's wrong. She's six years old! What kind of monster would kill a six years old. What kind of monster would ask parents to do that? What kind of threat could a six year old possibly be to him?" She was almost hysterical by this time.

"It's not what she is now…but what she will be when she is older, when they are all older. We are lucky he is sparing us three." Cygnus was about to go on but his wife was reaching the point of no return.

"LUCKY! How the bloody hell are we lucky? I will not do this." She stomped her foot as if it would change the world.

"Are you suggesting that you do not support him anymore? Support his cause?" Cygnus asked his wife suspiciously. "Of course I support the cause! But this isn't about that anymore. He is power hungry. He sensed something greater than him tonight. Greater than maybe anyone who ever lived. I support ridding the world of muggle-borns but I do not support his fight for power." Druella had started pacing the room pointing and throwing her arms around like a crazed monkey.

"Well what do you suggest we do then? Go side with Dumbledore?" He said with a sneer. "Of course not dear, nothing like that. I could never stand that old geezer. But I am going to protect all my children no matter what the cost. One day they will be powerful. Powerful enough to stop his power trip. Our children will go down in history and you want to destroy that? No. No we are going to do something else." Druella had by this time calmly sat down in front of her husband.

"She will never be safe here now. There is nothing we can do about that. As much as it will kill me to do so, we will give her away." Cygnus had started to look at her like she was insane. Maybe she was a little.

"Give her away? To whom exactly? What witch or wizard would possibly take in a child with a target on its back?" Now Cygnus had started pacing. It was all just too much. Trying to pull one over Voldemort's eyes was practically impossible.

"I know you're not going to like this. But I see the only choice we have is to give her to muggles. Think about it. It is the last place he would ever look for her. She will be safe. And when the time comes she'll be able to come back to us." Druella at this point looked very pleased with herself.

"And when exactly my dear would the 'right time' be? Ugh, woman I know you're right. It is why I married you." He said with a small smile. It was true. Their marriage might have been an arranged one, but they ended up being a very good pairing.

" So we will give her an aging potion. Turn her into a baby again. It's risky but it will provide even more protection. Change her looks; give her a glamour that will match the muggle parents. Keep her age as a baby or at least age very slowly until, like you said 'the time is right'."

"We will have to wipe all their memories. Bella will not take this lightly. How are we even going to explain to them why she is gone in the morning? And still even when she starts growing up, she'll start remembering things. We need to do something a bit more complex than that. Tie her memory to something or someone she won't be in contact with for a long time if ever." Druella truly was the brains of the family.

They talked for another hour, hashing out last minute details. They didn't have a lot of time but hopefully this would work. If it didn't…well best not to think about that.

Just before dawn both parents wondered up to Arianna room, only to find all four sisters piled up together. If only they had just slept in their own rooms for once this would have been easier.

They each slowly levitated each to their own beds and then went back and just looked and her one last time. Once they removed her they started on the glamour that would take her place. Druella had been hoping for something easy and peaceful. Make it look like she died in her sleep, maybe suffocated. But unfortunately when your family is so immersed in the dark arts, nothing comes peaceful and easy.

They image that lay before them now was so gruesome even Cygnus had trouble not to lose his stomach. No one should ever have to see their child that way, even if it wasn't real.

A couple hours later….

Bellatrix was the first to wake up. She stared at her ceiling for a minute trying to figure out why she felt so wrong. Hadn't she fallen asleep in Ari's room? Yes, they all had.

She was just thinking through the scenarios of what maybe happened when Narcissa ran into the room first.

"Why was I in my bed? Why are you in your bed? Why do I feel like I'm going to be sick?" Narcissa for once wasn't trying to act ten years older than she was and actually sounded like the little nine year old she was.

Before Bella could get up to calm her down, Andromeda walked in as well asking the same things Cissa had. She didn't like this one bit. Where was Arianna? She should have awoken to Narcissa's frantic shrieks at least. The bad feeling in her stomach was back and with a vengeance.

"Okay, you both stay right here on my bed. I'm going to go wake Ari up and we will all figure out what's going on." Bella had started to walk out of the door, but just as she predicted both girls were right behind her, never listening to a word she said besides 'get Ari'.

The sight the three sisters saw when they walked into her room was horrific. Scaring each girl so permanently it would change their lives forever. Their screams would haunt their parents for the rest of their lives.

Meanwhile in Surrey….

The same morning in an almost completely different world a woman woke up, and instead of her normal routine that she'd had the past 6 months of making her husband coffee and breakfast and watching the news until work, she walked to the nursery that was now attached to their home, to check on her beautiful newborn girl.

As her husband woke up himself he came in with a bright smile on his face when he saw them both.

"Good morning darling and how is my little princess this morning?" He kissed the top of her head like he had been doing everyday for three weeks now.

"Oh she slept like an angel as always. Not a peep." The woman was so outrageously happy she didn't even think to question a thing.

"I'm going to check the mail, I'll be right back." The husband said as he kissed both of them again on his way out.

He caught the post man just as he was arriving which was always a nice surprise. "Morning Mr. Granger! How's the new one doin'? Have you givin' the little tyke a name yet? The whole village is wondering, it's been three weeks!" The post man said with a good natured smile.

"Oh yes, yes. The missus and I finally decided on Hermione."