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Chapter One ~~ Childhood Begins

On November 2, three days after Lily and James were killed, Diana arrived back at the huge mansion – though many would just as easily call it a small palace – that served as her home in Italy. Located in the middle of the woods, with a huge lake on the south, and muggle-repellent spells over everything – as well as a huge amount of spells and protections against anyone else that did not have an invitation or was a member of the household – it was one of the safest places in the world. (It also had the added bonus of being Unplottable. Diana really liked her privacy)

Stalking into the house, Diana's first priority was the children. They were immediately whisked away, bathed, garbed, and laid to sleep. While the house elves were doing this, Diana was giving orders to have rooms set up for the boy, right across the hall from Argenta.

Only after the room was being set up to her satisfaction did she head for her own suite to take care of herself.

Stepping into a blisteringly hot shower, Diana let out a groan of relief and slumped against the wall for a moment before straightening and getting everything she needed to get done done. Her mind was still whirling, still majorly focused on Harry. Which, in and of itself, brought up a whole new range of problems.

It was true that her husband, from a politically arranged marriage, had committed suicide less than a week after he found out that Diana was carrying. That made everything so much easier, but also more difficult. She had known she was carrying a girl: she wasn't planning on a boy, and could only hope that he would be fine without a father. She hadn't been seen since he had died, and no one really knew – especially since Lily and James are now dead, she thought viciously – that she only had a girl. Her former husband was not well liked, and by this point no one remembered what he looked like. She could pass off Harry's eyes as inherited from his father. Diana snorted. Like that was even remotely true.

And at the moment, her main problem was…Harry…no. That would not work. Her name was Italian; so was her daughter's. To have a common English name for Argenta's twin would be a large cause for gossip, particularly since she did not much like English names in the first place. She would have to change his name, and it would also be best to take his memories. That last may be an over caution, but better that then being lazy and slacking.

She sighed. She should have just left the baby. Dumbledore would have come for him; that genius head of his would have had a plan…but she felt sure that this was what Lily would have wanted. Dumbledore would have most likely sent him to his Godfather – where he would have no mother figure – or to his aunt and uncle. From what Lily had told her during school, her sister resented the fact that she was a witch, and would have hated Harry. Lily would not have wanted that in a million years. No, this was the best thing that she could have done. Still, Diana knew that there would most likely always be a little voice in her head saying that she should have left him…unless she managed to get everything worked out now. Everything had to be worked out. And there was so much in Everything.

Stepping out of the shower, she found that her room was ready for her, a small dinner waiting. She ignored that, for the moment, dressed, and slipped out of her room, through the halls, and into Argenta's room. Best take care of his memories now. No need to give him nightmares.

Sure enough, even out side the door, Diana could hear him whimpering and crying in his sleep. Moving to stand beside him, Diana reached down and gently stroked his forehead, soothing him. She gently placed her wand against his temple, and then reached into his mind with Legilimency, drawing out his memories of faces, voices, names, and other major things, such as his Godfather's transformation. Placing each memory carefully, so that, in time, he would be able to regain them even as he remembered them now, Diana watched attentively as Harry – no, she must stop thinking of him as such – the child fell into a true, relaxed slumber. She sighed deeply.

"Sleep well, little one." And I hope, in time, that you will be able to forgive me for this, she added silently. She bent, kissing him on the forehead.

Turning, she moved to her daughter's side, on the opposite side of the room. For the moment, they were both in the same room, at least, until she got the opposite room all settled. Diana bent down and kissed her little girl on the forehead as well, before slipping silently out of the room and going across the hall.

Opening the door to the room that her son (because she needed to start thinking like that now, just in case. After all, there are other Legilimency masters, and Dumbledore's one of them) would be living in as soon as it was ready, was like walking into a storm. The room was, quite simply, orchestrated chaos. House elves were swarming everywhere you looked, and the room was already unrecognizable. Having been previously used as a sort of massive closet/storeroom, it had been filled with dust and boxes and clothes. All of that was gone now, and the room utterly changed.

Argenta's rooms were fashioned after the seashore, in a way that only the best can do. The walls were first painted in minute detail, and then brought to life. In short, Argenta had a beach for a floor, complete with sand, the rooms smelled of the sea, you can hear the crash of the tides, feel the mist, and see dolphins leaping in the distance. All of her furniture was made to reflect that. Driftwood, shells, and whalebone, everything was made to reflect the sea, because that was what the child found soothing. And as that could change, redecoration could occur as well.

Somehow, she knew that his rooms should not be the seashore, but the forest. And considering his strange history, and his family's odd traits, she knew that she was right. All the furniture, in dark woods and light, rough and smooth, was prepared and in their proper places. The rooms were just getting the finishing touches done, the walls and the floors getting last minute touch ups, and all the clothes going in their proper places. Diana nodded in satisfaction. Everything was going very well.

For as long as this looks on paper, it took mere moments to think, and almost before she finished with these thoughts, the nearest house elves noticed Diana standing in the doorway. They rushed over and began to inform her, in their squeaky little voices, that everything is going well, and does the mistress need anything, or does she have anything to add?

Diana smiled wryly. She loved the little things; they were so sweet.

"Actually, yes," she said, suddenly realizing what was missing from his rooms. "We need animals. These woods," she explained, gesturing to the walls, "are empty. There should be birds, little creatures, and even bigger ones. Argenta has them; seagulls, dolphins, and flying fish, and whales. There should be life."

For one excruciatingly long moment, all the house elves simply stared at her. Then they turned and stared at the walls. After that, there was a mad scramble to get the paint and things.

"Is there anything else you need, mistress?" Bella squeaked. Bella was the Housekeeper, the highest ranking elf.

"Yes, send the family albums to my rooms, Bella." Diana said after a long, thoughtful moment.

"Yes mistress." The words were accompanied by a deep bow, and Diana turned and left them to it, heading back to her own rooms, her bed, and her dinner.

***

Three hours later, Diana was finished with her meal, was resting in bed, flipping through the family albums. She was looking, perhaps futilely, to find some relative who looked like the boy, so that she could name him after that relative. So far, she wasn't having much luck.

Diana flipped to another page and paused. There was a photo of two cousins, from France and Italy. The standing joke with the family was that they were like brothers, with the same name, if a little different. Domenico and Dominique. Domenico looked most like the boy, but Dominique had green eyes near the same shade.

Hmm…Dom…Dominic? Domenic? Domenic. That would work, for a first name. Dom would even be a good nickname for him. Diana smiled, amused. And it means 'our lord, belonging to our lord'. Not to Voldemort. Odd, the way that worked out.

Going back to the pages, she continued looking, but lazily now. She had a first name, and if worst came to worst, she could always name him after – aha! Her maternal grandmother's father was named Aaron. Of course, those photographs were black and white, and some where photo's of paintings, but still…he looked dignified…but not. He had an aura of power, which was understandable. In his time, he was one of the richest people in the wizarding world. But he also looked alternately bored and amused, as though the photo's and things were a waste of his time. (Diana felt the same when she needed to do things like that.) Remembering stories about Aaron, she compared them to James Potter, and snorted. Peas of a pot. Chip of the leaf. What ever that muggle saying was, they were that.

Domenic Aaron Remaro. Perfect. Diana closed the albums and placed them beside the bed. As she lay back in the bed, the lights dimmed, and the sounds of the seashore sounded in her ears. (Her own rooms alternated from landscape to landscape. Seas, forests, jungles, plains, mountains, and rivers were all part of her circuit.)

She could always worry more in the morning.

***

HARRY POTTER MISSING

On the night of October 31st, four days ago, Lily and James Potter were killed by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and their son Harry is, presumably alive, but gone. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated by Harry Potter, after which, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has disappeared, presumed dead. While Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry remains skeptical, He is certainly gone for now. Meanwhile, Harry Potter, along with everything personal from The Boy Who Lived's bedroom, is gone, having vanished, seemingly into thin air. Everyone, Ministry and Death Eaters alike, are searching for this miraculous child. The fact that Death Eaters are looking means that they did not steal the child. But the question still remains unanswered…

WHERE IS HARRY POTTER?

***

"DOM! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

The sound of her five year old daughter screaming at her five year old son jolted Diana out of a deep sleep. As she scrambled to pull her thoughts together in the aftermath, Diana accidentally twisted, and fell out of her huge bed with a thud that drove the last thoughts of sleep from her mind. She looked up at the impossibly long distance back to the bed longingly, before sighing and dropping her head to the floor.

What on earth is going on this time? She wondered to herself, before adding, and do I really want to know? As an afterthought.

Still, she hauled herself to her feet and stalked towards the door. The rocky floor that accompanied the mountains bit into her feet, seeing as she had forgotten her slippers, and that only added to her temper.

She snapped and snarled to herself all the way down to the entrance hall, where she encountered Bella.

"What is it this time?" She asked, irritably. She knew that she was likely not being fair, but this was the first time she had been home in three months. She had been looking forward to actually sleeping.

"The young master went through all of the young mistress's papers and used them to fuel the bonfire he had made in celebration of your return, mistress. She only found out now when she went to draw." Bella responded meekly.

"And this is excruciatingly important because…?" Diana prompted. That could be all, it was true, but Ata seemed even more upset than when she was usually was when she threatened her brother. So Diana was reasonably sure that there was something more.

"I believe that she made a book full of her drawings and stories for you. I am reasonably sure that she was not quite done, and went to add one last thing, and found the book missing. Along with all of her other things. And all of the young master's things as well, but I think that she put two and two together and got Domenic Aaron Remaro." Bella giggled a little, she couldn't help it. But the two young ones loved each other, and got on each other's nerves so much that it seemed that they were always fighting about something. Bella, keeping a sharp eye on them, due to their penchant for wandering, often overheard them arguing about little things. She had overheard Argenta's discovery of the missing papers, for instance.

Diana sighed ruefully. I suppose that this is entirely my own fault. She thought to herself. I'd been so worried about how they would manage without a father, and then I kept going off and leaving them behind. I have to think about this. Later.

"Argenta! Domenic! Come in here, now. Argenta, stop threatening your brother." She called, then turned and walked into one of the rooms nearby. It was one of the many sitting rooms scattered all over the house.

Collapsing on one of the couches and closing her eyes longingly, the mistress of the house waited for her wayward children to join her. After a few moments, she heard the door open, then close, and two pairs of feet moving to chairs across the couch she was on. She sighed and opened her eyes.

"Madre—"

Yes, Argenta would be the first to speak.

"Madre—"

And there's Domenic's input.

"Hush."

They hushed, waiting. Diana studied them and sighed again.

"I am disappointed in your behavior. I thought that you had been taught better than that." She continued, overriding the protests that they were about to start. "I know that I'm not here much, and that when I am you get excited, but that is no reason to be over dramatic. Bella told me what happened. First, Domenic, you need to remember to ask for real fuel. Parchment may burn well, but it can get expensive. Second, Argenta, I love you so much for making me a gift, but it is not necessary. What I consider necessary is that the two of you do not threaten one another with death. Bella tells me that you do that a lot, but I am going to stop it."

Diana took a deep breath. This was where she needed absolute control.

"I am going to leave you with someone for a month. One month. You will obey her, and cooperate, or you will come straight back here." They both nodded, and Diana continued. "After that, if you have behaved, I will start taking you with me when I travel. After all, when you inherit, you will most likely need to go to these places then, and it would be better to go now than later. Our first stop will be the Amazon Jungle, and because I know that you've always wanted to go there, you had best be on your best behavior. Understood?"

They both exchanged glances, bright eyed and eager, forgetting their argument in the excitement. They nodded eagerly. Diana studied them, then nodded.

"We'll leave tomorrow, so make sure that you're packed before tonight." Diana stood, ready to leave, when Dom jumped up and grabbed her hand. Ata grabbed her other hand.

"We want to show you something," they chorused.

Diana sighed in mock sadness. "Oh, very well. Lead on."

***

Dom and Ata pulled Madre down the path, and onto the labyrinth that served as a forest path. No one who didn't walk in the woods every day would be able to find any semblance of a path, and would get hopelessly lost. Ergo, easy pray.

They finally came to a valley, and after they had scrambled down into the middle of it, the children continued leading their mother down it until they came to a wall of brambles. Dom, letting go of Diana, leaned forward and carefully moved the curtain aside, and Ata pulled her through immediately, followed by Dom.

Diana stopped still, staring.

The two of them had managed to create a sort of hut in the middle of the valley. Ducking inside, she wandered about, seeing the care that they had put into it. The roof was covered in waterproof leaves, as were the windows, while the door was a woven mat of them. They kept rain out, and were easily moved to let in light. They had made cups of bark, and found rocks and things for tables and chairs.

Diana turned to face her children, dumbstruck. The effort to make this, the care that was showed in how they cared for it and kept it clean, was amazing.

Ata picked up one of the bark cups, and bent, moving a stone, uncovering a small clear spring, which she used to fill the cup that she handed to her mother. Sitting, she took a sip of the water. It was clean, and clear, which showed that they were careful about that as well.

"This is amazing," she finally said. "I don't know what to say, other than, I'm proud of you."

***

She was having a lovely dream. She could breathe underwater, and was swimming in the Mediterranean. She dived deeper and deeper, and came into a mer-village. Everyone was being very nice, and she was a part of them. She could feel her legs melding together…

Domenic looked at his twin sister and grinned. She was having a wonderful dream, he could tell. Well, it was too bad, but she had to wake up. He climbed up onto her bed and started shaking her, bouncing up and down. "Wake up!"

Wait! No! I want to stay! Despite her silent protests, she was going up, and the water was going dim. She could vaguely hear something…

"Wake up! We're leaving!"

Argenta tried to sit up, but was stopped by the fact that her annoying brother was on top of her. Finally, what he was saying registered in her ears.

"We have to go! We're going to be late! Wake up!"

"I'm up! I'm UP! Get off and out, I have to get dressed!" She pushed, and he bounded off the bed. He grabbed two of her suit cases and dragged them out of the room as she scrambled out of bed and over to her closet.

"Hurry," he said as he staggered out of the room with the cases.

She did dress in a hurry, slipping on a pale blue dress with silver embroidery, which Madre had insisted she wear today, without the over robe. Grabbing a comb and sticking it in the pocket of one of the two remaining suitcases – she had taught Dom how to braid, and he often braided her hair for her when she needed – she grabbed their handles and hauled them out the door and down the stairs.

She made her way to the entrance hall as quickly as possible, and found Madre and Dom waiting for her. Beyond the door, in the front drive was a wonderful, jet black car. Everything else was already in the trunk. Ata snatched the comb before the trunks disappeared, and then slid into the backseat with Dom. Waving briefly at the house elves, Dom followed. Ata immediately handed him the brush. "Could you braid my hair?" He didn't even bother answering, just started to comb her hair.

"Where do you think we're going?" She asked absently, craning to try to get a good look out of the windows. She felt him shrug.

"I have no idea, but," he added slowly, "from the way that we have to behave, I think it's somewhere that we won't particularly like."

Ata fell silent, thinking about that. It was true though. Because everything depended on behavior, they probably wouldn't like it. Dom gently tugged her new braid, silently telling her that he was done. She turned and faced him. They both knew that they would behave perfectly: So long as they could travel with Madre.

Time passed. Eventually Argenta fell into a doze, her head resting on Domenic's shoulder. Dom himself was not particularly tired, so he kept looking out the window, wondering where they were going.

Two hours after Ata fell asleep, the car stopped, and Madre got out and opened the door to the backseat.

Dom nudged Ata, who slowly lifted her head and looked around blearily. Madre smiled, then leaned in and picked her up, carrying her to the front door, where she rang the doorbell. Dom got out of the car and stretched his very stiff muscles before coming up to join her.

The door was opened by a tall woman with red hair. She smiled at them.

"Come in, come in. Alec is getting your bags, and I have dinner on the table." She stood aside and Madre walked in and put Ata down in a chair. Dom followed close behind.

Yawning and stretching, Ata looked around. It was a cozy room, with a medium sized kitchen (for this sized house), leading off to a nice little sitting room. There were rugs, armchairs, a television, and photographs.

She and Dom both turned and stared at Madre.

"Madre, this is a muggle house." Ata said incredulously. "You can't honestly be leaving us here."

"Yes, I can. And I am. Children, there are a lot of muggles in the world. This is a muggle-born house, the oldest boy, Alec, is a Wizard, and, he has a younger brother who shows signs of being a Wizard. Remember what I told you." Madre bent down and kissed them both on the forehead and the cheek. "I will see you in a month." She turned and left the house. The twins sat, frozen in their seats, as they heard Madre's car start, then drive away. They looked at each other. They were in a muggle house, with people they didn't know, for a month. They had to get along, follow the rules, and do what…whoever…says. For a month. Muggles. A month.

Ata sighed. Dom snorted.

"This is going to be fun."

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