Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, he hand his series belong to J.k. Rowling. I don't even own a few of the characters I plan to bring in, as they belong to my friend Myles Darkwood.

Author: xXxMiragexXx

Rating: M / R

Warning: Violence, Strong Language, Blood, Gore, Torture, Murder, Rape, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Non-con, Mind control/warping, BDSM, underage, implied self mutilation as well as attempted suicide.

Summery: [See chapter 1]

A/N: Well here we go. This is chapter 2, well technically the second half of chapter 1, but who need's to worry over the details? I don't have much to say today, since I'm dead tired.

If anyone has a question or two, feel free to ask. I'm more than happy to give a few answers and explanations.

I'd also like to say that I can't wait to get further along in the story, I mean writing pure fluff is nice from time to time, but I really want to get down to what happens later. It's so much more fun to write about, and it's so much easier to go into greater lengths of detail. However Krystal's childhood is important since it brings her connections into light, and such, so oh well.

Edit: This chapter has been updated! Re-read to see what was changed!

Chapter 2 :: What is left

Little bird, little bird,

Let's play hide and seek.

It's time, go and hide,

I promise not to peek.

That Bitch! That Cunt! How dare that toy go and try and break itself? He had been so good to it. He had loved it, let others love it, he took care of it, even letting it have the freedom to serve their Lord when it was requested to do something for their lord and for what? For him to find it standing on the ledge of the balcony to the room the he let it sleep in!

That was the end, no more freedoms. No more liberties. No more being lenient on the toy. He had thought that it had learned its lesson the first time he had to break it, but now but now without a doubt Helix was certain that it deserved nothing. Not even to be addressed as a human.

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One Albus Dumbledore stood pacing in his office. Not once did it cross his mind that the night that they took the children out, could have ever lead to such a tragic event. The Potters were dead, all save Harry. That was what the Daily Prophet told that morning, the day was filled with celebrations of the Dark Lord's supposed death. Albus however wasn't so sure. He wasn't sure of much at that moment. Krystal's birth had been something that had been hidden from the ministry by decision of himself and the Potter's. Though now that decision was coming to haunt him. The girl in question was missing. And the silently fuming man that came walking his office was a reminder of this.

Lukas had come the moment he had heard the news, he wouldn't have even known about what had happened if he hadn't walked by a news stand that had a few copies of the Prophet. He was positively furious. Not only was his niece not listed among those found at the small home, but Albus hadn't had the common sense to tell him that the incident had happened.

Purchasing a copy of the Prophet himself, he went to see his old friend to see what had held up the news reaching him. It was fairly easy for Lukas to slip into the castle and then to Albus' office undetected. He wanted to keep his emotions contained, for the moment. He simply walked into the headmaster's office and slammed the prophet down in front of the aged man, who had sat down, a moment break from his pacing. "Why didn't you tell me." it was more of a demand than a question. Lukas wanted to know, and he wanted to know now.

At the small growl the dark haired man gave, Albus looked up at the man and spoke. "Lukas… I've been busy, a lot of things have needed my attention."

"Why didn't you tell me." was the response he got back. "You would think that Lily and James' death, as well as my niece not being mentioned would be something you would tell me right away." His voice was hard and sharp but it was filled mostly with worry and concern. "Tell me everything…." he spoke with an almost pleading voice. So Albus told him everything that he knew of what happened that night, everything he had been told by the Ministry who had been the ones to look over the crime scene. "We… have to find her…" he was beginning to get a little chocked up after being told that Krystal really was missing.

Lily and James were dead, that was bad enough, but now with Krystal missing he was ready to punch something. Now wasn't a time to dwell on the dead, he could grieve and mourn later. Harry… Harry was safe at the Ministry, being looked over by the aurors, the healers, and the minister himself who wanted to know how the boy had lived through the killing curse. And the boy would remain safe, Lukas knew that much. He would be taken to live with his Uncle and Aunt later that night. It wasn't much, but it was all that he was told on the matter.

Right now the only one who needed to be worried over was the missing girl. Lukas was shaking in worry. When he had been told the story of how Albus and the Potters had decided to keep her birth a secret from the Ministry he had become enraged. However he understood why they had done it there was no doubt on that. What aggravated him was that Albus wasn't even trying to find her by the looks of it. He was the Potter's friend, yet was just… pacing damn it! Of all the things he could be doing to try and find the girl, he had just gotten out of his chair and was just pacing! He had known Albus for a long time, he knew that pacing meant that he was thinking; he knew it meant he was trying to work out some sort of plan, but it didn't make Lukas feel better. He wanted action being done.

Walking over to a nearby wall he leaned against it, taking long, slow, deep breaths to try and calm himself. He had to calm down, and back off. Albus didn't' need the added pressure. After a long moment he spoke, he wanted to know what Albus had been doing. "So… if you've been trying to find her then tell me Al, what have you done? I don't see the Order scrambling about looking for her. I don't see any Aurors out and about. So tell me Albus just what have you done to try and find her?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but underlying panic was still there, making him snap a little more than he normally would.

"I've been thinking… and waiting." Luke was about ready to blow a gasket if it wasn't for the aged wizard continuing his thoughts. "I tried to fire call Sirius the moment I heard the news. He wasn't at the office yet this morning. And when I called again, they stated that he had called in sick, in mourning actually. They didn't blame him after the death of his friends. Also," he stated before Lukas could try and add any input, "I tried fire calling his home, but no one would answer." Lukas knew that Sirius worked as an auror and the fact that he called in sick wasn't a shock considering things. But was he really so depressed that he wouldn't answer a fire call? Especially a call from Albus?

Sirius was the best tracker in the group as well, next to Mad-Eye and McKinnon, however neither of the latter knew of Krystal's existence, and McKinnon had been killed quite a while ago. For now the two men were out of luck. Just the thought of having to sit and wait left an unsettling feeling in the pit of Lukas' stomach.

"Damn it all…" Was Lukas' reply, he tilted his head back and ran a hand through his hair. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "Did you go to their house yourself to look for her?" He knew he couldn't go back out right now. The ministry was probably sending Aurors everywhere to try and round up what was left of Voldemort's followers, Lukas couldn't go out in that mess. He was surprised that he hadn't been spotted on the way to Hogwart's now that he knew what was going on. Albus looked away. He had been busy most of that morning. Between making arrangement's for Harry, and trying to get in touch with the stubborn man of Black, he hadn't had time to go himself. "You have to. She could still be there somewhere in the mess." Albus just gave Lukas a nod, he knew he had to go there himself; he would do so later, with the man he had been trying to contact or without. But for now getting Harry to the Dursley's came first.

Lukas approached the aged man as he for the second time took a seat behind his desk, rubbing his temples. "Here…" he spoke, reaching over softly and replacing, Albus' fingertips with his own. "Albus… My friend… Just tell me what I can do to help…." His voice was shaking, but he tried to remain composed, or at least, tried to do so.

"That… Lukas you can do that… that would be quiet wonderful…" was all the reply he was given in response to the man rubbing his temples for him. Everything happening had Albus being pulled in multiple directions. There was only so much that one man could do. He wasn't a god.

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Under the saving grace of her father's cloak, the young form of Krystal Potter couldn't be seen sleeping curled in a tight ball behind a tall gravestone nestled within the graveyard that resided in Godric's Hollow. In the chaos of the previous eve she had managed to slip out of the house to escape thanks to her father drawing the mad-man's attention. Even now, the events haunted the small child's dreams.

Krystal had been downstairs arguing with her father about getting out of her Halloween costume; then in a split second, everything went into a panic. A man in a dark cloak was in their house throwing spells between her father and him. Colors were flying and she was pulled along, a quick summoning spell pulled her fathers special cloak to James' hand and he threw it over her, telling her to get to safety. She didn't want to let go of her father but he shoved her away as he continued the battle with the man in the dark robes.

The small child was terrified. She had no idea of what to do. When the two's battle continued towards the stairs she bolted out the open back door and just ran. She ran and ran, stumbling over the cloak which was ten sizes to large for her, and she continued running until her legs couldn't carry her any further. She found herself near the town's graveyard, and so took shelter in it, no one would look for someone there, she hoped.

Krystal had fallen asleep in the sanctuary she had hoped to find at the grave site. She slept through the majority of the following day. She had stayed up so late that night crying, sniffling and listening for any sound that could have been the dark robed man coming to look for her. She was rightfully frightened, after all that dark robed man was most likely a part of the group that was bad. The small girl didn't know much of the war going on outside of the safety of her family's home. What she did know however was that there was a good side and a bad side. Her mother and father were good, and so that man must have been on the bad side.

Squirms went unseen as the girl tossed and turned under her father's cloak, reliving the night in the form of a nightmare. The difference was, in her nightmare, the man in the dark robe was chasing after her. The ground was splattered with blood. And there were spells being thrown at her back as she fled from her home. She screamed out for help but no one came.

With a sudden jolt she bolted up from her slumber. Awaking just as a green spell struck her small form in the back. She sat there a moment staring into space, as she tried to form her thoughts. When she finally began observing the world around her, Krystal's emerald green eyes met with the sun as it edged across the sky towards the end of the horizon. It was already almost the end of the day. She blinked sleepily, she was in the graveyard; the man in the dark robes didn't seem to be nearby. She stood up, straightening her father's cloak around herself so that she was still unseen. Green eyes scanned the graveyard, as well as the streets just on its outskirts. There were people about on the streets but the graveyard was empty of people. Those on the streets looked as though they were happy, and cheery, unafraid of cautious as they usually looked when Krystal looked out of the windows of the Potter home. It was like they were celebrating something. What it was, she did not know.

It meant though that she would be safe to leave her hiding place. Her mother and father were probably worried sick that they couldn't find her. She didn't know the streets of Godric's Hollow too well, but when she spotted the path to the town square she had had a rough idea of how to get home. Krystal walked carefully though the streets, keeping the cloak close round her person, holding the majority of it in her arms to keep from tripping on it, or to keep other's from stepping on it.

It took a bit of doing but she managed to find the street of her house. She walked down it quietly; it seemed eerily empty, almost dead. The young child almost didn't even recognize what was left of her home. Her large eyes went wide. Just what had happened after she had fled? The front door was closed, but now unlocked. Carefully the girl entered into the foyer of the now torn apart home. The signs of a struggle were evident. Flashes of what event's Krystal remembered before she fled flashed before her eyes. She staggered slightly a she made it past the couch, and headed towards the stairs.

"Mum?" no voice came to answer her call. "Dad?" Silence still reigned. "Harry?" she added lastly, though she had doubts, if her parents wouldn't answer her why would the little babe?

Finding the landing of the stairs she looked upwards. There was blood on the stairs, as if someone had fallen and hit their head, but that person was gone now, leaving just the blood. The girl continued upwards, clutching the cloak tightly to her person. There was a slight draft upstairs, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to how cold it had been the previous eve. It was a surprise that the girl even woke up the next morn.

Her room was in shambles, as was her mother's and fathers. Krystal approached her brother's nursery, unsure of what would await her there. The room was just as bad as the rest of the house, if not worse. There was a hole in the roof that continued on into the hall just outside of the room. She stood in the thick of it, right in front of her brother's crib.

Shell shock was what could be seen in the small child's eyes. "W-what…. H-happened?" came from her lips as she fell to her knees, pulling the cloak off. Her hands were clutching the bars of the crib tightly, "What happened?" she spoke again, tears reforming at the edges of her eyes. Soft sobs slipped through the girl's small lips as she clutched the bars tightly, until her small knuckles were white.

What was there left? What was she to do now? Where was her family? What happened when she ran away? So many questions, but not one could be answered right now. She was alone. The cold drafty house wasn't much of a shelter from the cold now, was it? Minutes turned to hours as the small girl cried. There was nothing left for her, but the unknown of everything had her unsure. She was only five. What hopes was there for a five year old left on their own?

Krystal just wished she knew what to do.

When the tears finally stopped falling, Krystal knew she had cried herself out. She sniffled a while longer, wiping the stains the tears had left in their wake. Eventually she found the strength to stand, and found her way back towards the stairs, leaving the discarded cloak where it had fallen. A window she passed on her way showed that the sun had set. She didn't dare go out now. Darkness hid the unknown. Quite possibly it even hid the man in dark robes that had attacked her family the previous eve. Krystal prayed that he wouldn't come back.

The small child's stomach was growling as she went downstairs, it hurt every time she took a step, demanding for food. It was only then the small child realized that she hadn't eaten yet that day. When she reached the foot of the stairs she turned to enter the kitchen, unaware of the eyes that were now on her back.

With the kitchen in as many pieces as it was Krystal soon doubted that she would find anything edible. The fridge was smashed to pieces, as were most of the cupboards. She left the kitchen rubbing her tummy; maybe if she went to sleep early her tummy would be able to deal until the next day. Lost in her thoughts the small girl didn't even see the figure that was now standing in the middle of the living room. That was until she walked in to the dark robed woman.

The girl jumped, and the woman grabbed the child's arm. "Where is he?" she spat at the girl with venom lacing her words. The grip she had on Krystal's small wrist was vice-like. The girl whimpered under the strain, but didn't answer. As if she knew who this stranger was talking about? The grip only squeezed more. "Answer! Where is he?"

After another whimper Krystal finally spoke in a pained squeak, "Where's who?" her free hand was working against the woman's, trying to force her grip to loosen. The attempt was for naught.

"The Dark Lord you brat!" She spat at the girl, in anger. She was quickly growing impatient with the girl.

"I-I don't know! I don't know who that is!" she nearly screamed as sharp nails began digging into the skin of her wrist. Fresh tears rimmed the girl's eyes, but never fell. There weren't enough tears left for them to stream down her cheeks.

"Useless…" The silver haired woman spoke under her breath as her eyes began scouring the lower level of the home. She could sense the Dark Lord's magic throughout the lower level of the home. She would give James Potter this… He managed to put up a good fight before he died. The magic levels in the lower portion of the house were extraordinary. The pure-blood had put quite a bit of a fight, even managing to get a few blows in on the Dark Lord himself before he took the Killing Curse on the stair well.

The silver haired woman made her way though the small home, Krystal in tow beside her. The girl continued to squirm in struggle under her tight grip but she paid her no mind. The only reason she kept the girl alive for the moment was to squeeze information that she might need. Though for the moment the girl's usefulness was in doubt.

Following the trail up the stairs the female Death Eater saw the blood on the carpeting. She could tell that was where the head of the Potter household had fallen, already dead before his head had hit the stairs. The destruction led her to the nursery. Dante scrunched her nose up at the air of the room. The mother of the home hadn't even put up a struggle, not even raising a wand to the threat facing her family. She noticed the discarded cloak on the floor and looked to the girl she held tight to. She had been wearing it, and yet it also had traces of the older Potter's magic's on the fabric. "Your name girl." She ordered pulling the girl to look her in the eye.

Krystal didn't answer, only continued to struggle, at least until a slap made contact with her cheek. "K-Krystal…." she muttered out, her free hand reaching out to gently caress the mark that was left by the woman's strike.

The Death Eater just rolled her eyes at the girl and struck her a second time. "Last name." she spoke putting emphasis on the 'last' part. She wasn't too fond of small children, at least ones who weren't smart enough to get a clue. This one seemed to not be able to pick up as quickly as she wanted.

"Potter…" she spoke quietly, not wanting to be struck again.

Good, the girl could learn. It was curious though that the Potters would have a daughter, as far as the knowledge was in the Death Eater circles, more so if you were a part of the man's inner circle, there were only three members of the Potter family. That wasn't the only thing odd about the girl. The magic around her was… strange… similar to her own, and her adoptive son's. But even more so than that. The magic surrounding her was a dead match for Lukas. This thought made the woman smirk. Lukas had a hand in her conception. It was a surprise, but with how often she found the man drunk as of late, she knew it wasn't beyond his capabilities to cause such mayhem, or such an incident that would need to be hidden from the entire wizarding world. Especially if the man wasn't sober.

The thought of the girl being a Potter was a good thing though; she could have some clue as to what happened that night when the Dark Lord had vanished. When that usefulness was over though… the girl would be dead. "Now then what happened last night?" She would get straight to the point. She could sense the magical struggle in the air; she could sense that the Dark lord was no more. Not gone forever, yet, gone from the physical plane. She couldn't figure out what had happened. When she looked down to the girl who was mouthing her words, and yet no sound was coming pasted her lips. The answer wasn't coming as quickly as she liked and so she gave the girl a glare, a jerk to her arm, and pulled her other hand up to strike her again. This time she got an answer before she had to hit her.

"A man- a man in black robes broke into the house; he… he and my Dad got into a fight… My dad put his cloak over me and told me to leave. So I did…. I ran away." Krystal was tearing up as she recalled the previous night's events. The female Death Eater narrowed her eyes. Those answers were worthless, they gave her no knowledge she didn't already know from sensing the magic's in the house. It meant that she had no more use for the girl.

"Well then… I suppose I no longer have any use for you then…" She spoke drawing out her wand. "And with your death, there shall be one less Potter in the world." a smirk grew upon the woman's delicate lips as the tip of her wand grew green.

Just as she drew it up to cast the curse, letting go of the child's hand to do so, a flash of red and flames sent the woman colliding with the wall of the nursery. The woman fell to the ground. A dent was in the wall showing where she had made contact with it.

Krystal's eyes had been wide. The green orbs filled with terror as the green glowing tip of the woman's wand was pointed at her. Her feet were frozen to the floor by fear. She was just as terrified when the woman was sent flying. Her eyes though darted to the direction of the assault. There in the door way, was Albus Dumbledore, wand out and pointed to the female Death Eater. He was no longer in the Halloween costume that Krystal had last seen him in. He was back to his true self, beard and all.

"Dumbledore…" The Death Eater growled at the leader of light.

"Dante…." The man retuned the gesture of acknowledging the other's presence. He knew more than anyone how vicious she was, now wasn't a time to let his guard down as he walked into the room. Placing himself between Krystal and the woman. "I see you are well." his voice was unfeeling as he stated this. He would have preferred the woman be dead, but her life wasn't his to take.

Albus had come to Godric's Hollow on the slim chance that Krystal could have still been around that vicinity somewhere. He was glad he had found her when he did, a few moments later and he would have had another body to bury. The aged wizard didn't allow his eyes to drift from Dante, even as he felt the small girl make her way over to him from behind and grip his cloak.

The woman herself was getting to her feet, bringing her wand back up to a dueling position. "Albus, Albus, are we really going to perform that old song and dance again?" she questioned aloud with a shake of her head, despite what looked as though was a lack of guard was truly the woman trying to test her boundaries.

"If you knew what was good for you Dante, you would secede to your better and leave." Getting out of this matter without a scrape would be a nice thing after all. And the less of a scene that was caused the better.

Dante however wasn't one to go down without putting up some sort of a fight, whether it be just a simple skirmish or a full out battle to the death was another matter. And Dante did indeed intend to fight. That girl was to be dead by her own hand. The less Potters on the face of the planet the better in her mind.

Flashes of green, red, blue, and purple whirled through the air, what items that were still left in intact were quickly destroyed by the two as they fought. Krystal kept safely behind Albus during the skirmish, as the man hardly moved an inch during the battle. Dante becoming quickly fed up was all over the place with her spells and hexes. The aged mage stayed on the defensive; his thoughts were upon keeping the young girl behind him safe.

It was when the woman was frustrated enough to summon her sword to her side that Albus took warning. Dante with a wand was dangerous enough, but when she pulled out her weapon of choice, she was twice as deadly. Albus himself was no stranger to the typically thought of as muggle form of fighting with the use of a blade. During World War II he had learned many skills in order to combat Grindlewald in the midst of the dangerous muggle war that was occurring.

Though he himself did not raise a blade, he used even more defensive spells, and barriers to keep the girl at his legs safe. He had to wait for just the right moment to strike Dante. He had to wait until she was at her most vulnerable; it was only a matter of time before she got cocky.

The mage's calculating mind watched every move that Dante made. Every step, every swing of the sword, every attempt the woman made to cut down his barriers. The small girl behind him was shaking; hugged close to his legs, but he had to keep watching, lest in a moment of concentration lapse, he were to let a blow break through.

Albus watched as the woman attacked him from the left, she was positioned perfectly and she didn't even know it. As she jumped backwards, thrusting off of the mage's barriers again, after another failed attack, Albus struck. He twisted his stance towards the woman and sent a blow-back hex towards her, sending the woman directly out of the second story window of the Potter home with a crash. He pulled away from Krystal and cautiously approached the window. Dante wasn't one to go down so easily. Though he hoped that that show of force had been enough to make the woman retreat for the moment. Live to fight another day one could say. The woman truly was resilient enough to make that statement possible.

With a glance down the side of the house he could see that she was gone. The aged mage heaved a sigh, straightened himself up, and turned to face Krystal, a soft smile on his face that had been just preciously coated with indifference. "Thank Merlin you are alright." he spoke softly, as the girl slowly approached him, Albus bent to a knee, so that he would be at her level. His arms were open and waiting for the girl.

Seeing the man's arms part Krystal ran into those strong protective arms and held tight to the man, the tears began again, she couldn't help it. She was scared, so much had happened in such a short amount of time to the girl. Even Albus couldn't blame her for the need to cry. He knew that there would be many more to come once he told the girl of what happened to her family. All that he could do for the moment was to be there, to hold her, to try to make her feel safe.

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Dante reapperated at what was the base of operations for the loyal followers of the Dark Lord. The entire base was empty. Any and all who had been loyal to the dark side had been rounded up by the Ministry of Magic, those who hadn't, were on the run or in hiding. Most would think it to be foolish, hiding in plain sight as Dante was. However, most also didn't realize that hiding in plain sight was the easiest way of staying out of the eyes of those who were looking for them.

Upon arrival the woman began shouting several curses and swears under her breath in elfish. It annoyed her enough that the entire wizarding world was celebrating instead of cowering in fear, and even more so that, the idiot that was the Dark Lord had gone and gotten himself killed by a one year old babe! If that wasn't enough his so loyal followers were off in a panic trying to save their own skins. It was enough to make the woman heave.

"Language Dante…." came a smooth voice from the shadows. It was almost as silky as velvet. "That tongue of yours will one day get you into a spot of trouble that you won't be able to get yourself out of…" The voice was mocking, yet gentle at the same time, holding a bit of compassion to it for the woman.

Dante simply turned towards the man who was lurking in the shadows. "As if you are one to talk." she said curtly with a smirk on her face.

Changing the subject, the man in the shadow's brought the topic to Dante's mission, "So, what news did you bring?" He himself was curious of what had transpired the previous eve.

"That idiot Voldemort is gone. The Potter brat was his end." Was the response he got. It wasn't one that he liked either. Now what were they to do? The two of them only had fun when the state of affairs were in their favor. Clearly right now things were not.

Stepping from the shadows the man came into light, his short black hair and pale skin almost glowing in the fire light of the room. "Well then… what shall we do to pass the time until he returns?" he questioned quite bitterly. It would be quite a boring time; it wasn't as though they could go out and have fun for quite a while. Being without fun, or entertainment wasn't something that Helix was fond of.

"Scout ahead… Find when Voldemort is to return to power and go there." Was the woman's reply. It was simple, but there was no point for the Black haired man to waist his time in a period of peace. "I'll stay behind… as I have some unfinished business with a certain Potter brat." the last bit was a snarl. Dante wanted Krystal dead at her feet, if not only to kill another Potter, but instead to watch the look on Albus' face when he saw someone he was protecting die on his watch.

With a nod of his head, the man held his hand out to the shadows, what came from the gesture was a portal, within the swirling vortex he caught glimpses, there was an older Dante, pacing at headquarters, a curious man in a purple turban, and there was Voldemort. "He will return ten years from now. Borrowing the vessel of a Professor."

"Good then. It won't be too long of a wait." Dante hated being stuck in a time period for too long with nothing to do, however at least she knew that while staying behind, she wasn't going to die before the man made his appearance again. "Helix… go on ahead, I'll meet you there." She spoke with a smile to the boy.

The last thing he spoke before stepping through the portal, which would close behind him was, "Good bye Mother."

A/N: I know I didn't plan on updating this again until next week, but I was to excited to be getting further on this piece that I couldn't help myself. So it has been posted early, don't expect that too often.

I really wish that I was better when it came to proper English terminology. I mean I know few insults here and there, as well as a few slang terms, but most actual wording is lost to me. It's sad really. Sometimes being an American has it's drawbacks.

Oh and 10 points to whomever figure's out who 'it' is in the future excerpt at the beginning of the chapter.

Anyway, until next time,

~Mira