Disclosure: Not mine, just playing with the characters created by JK Rowling.

Chapter 2

"Where is she Snape," demanded the recently returned Lord Black.

"Where is whom" came the oily voice of the new Lord Potter. Or relatively new. It had been three years since the death of the previous lord.

"My Goddaughter and your cousin's child. Where is the young Lady Potter?"

"I don't know, nor do I care where that orphan brat is anymore. I got rid of her the moment I became Lord Potter. She was an ugly, nasty child. And for all I care, she's dead," sneered Snape.

"So help me, if you have brought any harm to the child I will kill you. She may not have inherited her father's title, but she is still a lady".

"And I am her Lord and therefore did what I wanted with her. Which was to be rid of her. And as the current lord of this house I must ask you to leave."

Clenching his fist, Lord Black glared at the man in front of him. He had known that Snape was jealous of his cousin's titles and had coveted his wife. A part of him wondered if the man in front of him was somehow involved with the death of his friend.

Turning on his heels, Sirius walked out of the room. As he descended the steps towards his coach, he noticed a rat-like man walking past the stables. He looked familiar and a moment later he realized that this was James Potter's driver. Quite possibly the man driving when James and Lily were killed. How did the driver survive? Before he could approach, the rat-life man noticed Lord Black watching him. With a squeak he scampered away. How curious.

Later that evening, Lord Black nursed a glass of whiskey as he contemplated where his friend's daughter could be.

"Come to bed my dear," his lovely, American-born wife Rema said. "Perhaps Kingsley will have more information about what happened three years ago when you meet with him next week."

"Next week may be too late. I have no idea where that horrible man left my Godchild. He is a cruel, jealous man and he hated everything about James. Including that child."

"Nevertheless, you are no good for her if you kill yourself from exhaustion. Come my love and join me."

Lord Black looked at his wife. Her amber colored eyes gleamed with desire. He loved her passion both in and outside of the bedroom. Despite his concerns for his Godchild, he tossed the remaining liquid back and stood from his desk. Taking his wife's outstretched hand, he guided her from the room.

A week later, Kingsley, the steward for the Earl of Grimmauld, arrived to share his findings regarding the accident that had killed the previous Lord Potter and his wife three years earlier.

"My Lord, I discovered that the cause of the accident was due to a collision with the Duke of Hogwarts. He was racing the current Lord Potter ironically when his curricle collided with your friend's carriage. Lady Potter was killed instantly, but James supposedly spoke with his grace before dying. The Duke had tried to reach you, but you had already left for America. Since he did not leave a message, nothing was forwarded to you.

Since your arrival home, I have been in contact with the Duke's steward to find out if the late Lord Potter had said anything to him. Unfortunately, the steward is unaware of any communication and the Duke is believed to be out of the country. If rumor is correct, he is traveling to Russia."

Lord Black cursed under his breath. He had hoped that the Duke could help him find Elizabeth, that perhaps Riddle had seen her before she disappeared.

"I am sorry my lord. I of course will continue to inquire about the whereabouts of the child."

"Yes, thank you Kingsley. Please come immediately if you have any updates".

Hundreds of miles away, the Duke of Hogwarts was enjoying his travels with his current mistress. He was young still, only 25 years. There was no need to look for a wife yet and he quite enjoyed his current situation. His mistress, Lady Zabini, was only 30, yet already widowed. Her late husband had died a few years ago during a cholera outbreak. She had already provided an heir, Blaise, and thus free to enjoy the pleasures of life. Which currently included a much younger lover.

Lord Riddle gazed out his window overlooking the Danube. It look so peaceful and tranquil. If only his thoughts could echo it. The last few days he struggled with his guilt regarding the death of Lord Potter and the broken promise he had made as the man died. He had honestly forgotten the promise until Anna had mentioned getting a gift for her son who was turning 11. The same age that Lord Potter's daughter would be this year.

He had heard that Snape had removed the child from her home after the funeral. Just like Potter had warned him. He cursed Snape at that moment. Why did he just dumped the child with tenants in Surrey? There had to have been other people who would have taken the child in. Moving away from the window, he started to move to his desk to once again attempt a letter to Lord Black to assuage his guilt.

"Come to bed my lord. I am quite cold without you" a woman crooned. Looking at the beautiful, naked, woman in his bed, he changed his direction. Removing his shirt, he joined the woman between the sheets. His thoughts of writing a letter soon forgotten.

Elizabeth shivered in her small closet size room. She had become accustomed to her situation after three years. She missed her maid Jane who always brushed her hair and helped her learn her letters. She now brushed her own hair. And learning letters was no longer important. She spent her time cleaning and washing for the Dursley family who had taken her in after the death of her parents.

She was too young to understand the looks Vernon gave her whenever her ankles would show as she hung the laundry to dry on the line. All she knew was that whenever she would get praise from him, Petunia would give her more work.

They had a son a few years older, but Elizabeth didn't think much of him. She could read before her parents died, but Dudley had no patience to learn himself. He instead would spend time with his friends chasing pigs and other annoying things that made her work harder. She wished magic existed and that it could take her someplace magical, far away from this life. She truly wished that magic could bring her mama and pa back.

She vaguely remembered the handsome man that had come to her parents' house to inform the servants of their death. He had told her that he was writing to her Godfather and that Uncle Sirius would raise her. But that was three years ago. Cousin Snape had moved in days after the funeral and sent her to one of the estates previously owned by her father.

She never mentioned that she was the daughter of the late Earl. She wasn't sure if that would have made things better or worst. But everything was worst since the accident.

That night, after saying her prayers, she wished on the brightest star in the sky. "Please, someone come find me and take me away from here".