Alright, a little bit of info before we recommence this story. I was reading The Chosen a month or two ago and realized that there were HUGE, GAPING holes in my story! Well, I could not have that, so I sat my butt down and edited the whole thing (well not the first chapter other than a few spelling errors). So, now I have deleted chapters 2-7 and will be adding them back with their corrections and the added information that is desperately needed (I mean, I was getting lost and I'm the one who wrote it!)

As always, I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter, I'm just a huge fan that does not want my childhood to end (because this year it will, the last movie of Harry Potter comes out in a few days and I turn 21 in a little under 3 months, my childhood is ending and I am doing everything I can to keep that from truly happening). Enjoy and please let me know how you like the changes I've made, I think it's much better but I would like to hear from you what you think. Enjoy!

Chapter 2 'A New Life'

The first few weeks in the Riddle Manor were strenuous on the young family. James was expected to join the ranks of Voldemort but he was not being accepted by the other members. Snape, once being a good friend of Lily's, reveled in the opportunity to become close to her once more, and to do so he took James under his wing and began training him. The first week of James's new training, two weeks after they had arrived and settled in to their new home, was the hardest week of James's life. It was blatantly obvious that the learning curve at Hogwarts was well below that which was expected of Voldemort's followers. Lily spent half of her time taking care of her newborn and the other half healing the wounds that James acquired while in training. Yet, James was no fool, he learned quickly and soon was landing a few blows of his own against his able instructor.

"Oh come on Snape!" James taunted one afternoon. "Is that all you've got? This is too easy?"

"You're getting cocky Potter." Snape sneered, but the his heart wasn't in the sneer. Throughout the training the two men had become close, much closer than what would have been hoped for while they were in school. "I might have to teach you a lesson about manners."

James dodged the curse thrown at him and fired back his own, barley missing Snape's arm. "Where Malfoy? He'll pose a challenge."

The two men continued to throw half-hearted insults at each other along with different spells for nearly two hours. As the time for dinner approached so did their aggression, but both men were still smiling and laughing as they tossed progressively more difficult curses and hexes towards each other. The six o'clock bell rang throughout the Manor, this was the signal that should have stopped James and Severus's duel and sent them to their respective rooms to clean up and head down to dinner, which was always served right at six thirty, but the men paid no heed to the bell. They were enjoying their sparing a little too much to give such cares as to food.

At six fifteen, Lucius Malfoy strode into the training area, watching the two men.

"Are either one of you preparing to come to dinner tonight? Or are you content with waiting until morning?" He drawled, side-stepping to avoid a waylaid spell.

"We're coming, just let me beat Sev real quick."

"Beat me? James you must have been taking some extra draws on the wine this afternoon." Severus countered back. Lucius chuckled while James just out right laughed, hardly paying attention which nearly got him smacked with a nastly little hex from Severus.

"I would hear this along. Tom is expecting you at dinner for a report on his training Severus, and James, he wants you there too." Lucius said before sweeping out of the hall, leaving the two school boy enemies to their friendly battle.

Ten minutes pasted without either man getting the upper hand, but they still took no notice to the time, they were too caught up in their game. At six thirty a house-elf popped into the room.

"Sirs, the master is expecting yous."

"We will be right there." Severus said, not taking his eyes off his opponent.

Ten more minutes passed. They still had not left the training room.

Lucius returned, but this time he had Avery and Nott in tow.

"James! Severus!" He barked, causing the two men to finally halt their battle. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Uh…six…thirty…two?" James guessed.

"You're off Potter. By ten minutes."

"Fuck." Both men swore.

"Yes I believe that about sums it up. Come along. Hopefully the good news will out way your tardiness." Lucius drawled and led James and Severus out of the training hall with Avery and Nott bringing up the rear.

The group entered the ornate dining hall to see Tom at the head of the table, looking less than pleased, three empty seats, two on his left one on his right, with the Lady Malfoy seated next to the single empty seat and Lily seated at the end of the two empty seats. Both women had their respective babies in newborn-friendly cradles, Lily had an extra wide cradle next to her in which laid Harry and Emillie. The rest of the seats were now filled with those of Tom's followers whom had stayed for the evening meal, Avery and Nott had already reclaimed their abandoned seats, now that their job had been completed.

"Severus, James, how nice of you to join us for supper." Tom sneered, his displeasure was clear to everyone in the room, Lily tensed, she was still not completely comfortable in the Riddle Manor and was less so when near the Lord Riddle himself. "So tell me," Tom continued. "How is his training going?"

"He has exceeded every preconceived notion I had about his abilities. The reason for our tardiness this evening was due to the fact that neither one of us were able to get the upper hand in our duel." Severus replied.

"Really? That is great news. Potter, are you prepared to enter my ranks as a full member?"

James knew that this question would come up sooner rather than latter, and he and Lily had spent hours talking through this decision. James had tried on many different occasions to talk to his former friends but Sirius and Remus would simply not listen. As far as they were concerned, James had turned against them, bringing his wife and newborn along with him. Reports had come in from different spies that Sirius and Remus both had been spouting off anti-Potter hatred since the Potters had left that fateful night in July. James had also tried to contact Dumbledore, but the aging Headmaster would not answer his Owls, or his Floos, and had out and out refused to see his former student on many occasions. It had become unsafe for James or Lily to walk in any Wizarding area without some form of guard or protection. Last week had been the breaking point when Lily had been out on a walk with Narcissa along with the babies and the women had been attacked. The children were fine but both women received some nasty burns and cuts before James, Lucius and Severus, whom had been walking a ways behind them to give the women some 'girl time', were able to catch up and run off the attackers. That night Lily told James that she would do everything in her power to save her son and his betrothed and she would be damned if anymore hate reached the children like it had that afternoon. James knew that moment what he had to do, he had to protect his son and his son's betrothed, that was the only thing that matter.

"Yes. I am. I am willing to join in order to protect our children from further harm and hatred." James said, shaking himself out of his musings.

"Very well, we shall have the ceremony after summer. Now, please, take your seats."

Lily and Narcissa smiled as they watch their toddlers play in the nursery that Tom had set up in the children's wing. Draco, being the oldest, was much more steady on his feat than his younger friends, and was showing it off proudly. Emillie got tired of his prancing around and on Draco's next pass by her, she tripped him. She and Harry burst out into laughter as Draco began to cry. Narcissa rushed over to her son's side to make sure that he was not injured but she could not hide the smile that was playing on her lips and the girl's actions.

"Oh, she is going to be a hellcat once she grows up!" Lily laughed, tears coming to her eyes. Narcissa laughed her agreement as she set her son sitting up right after checking him for any scrapes.

"Now Emillie, that's not very nice. Do not trip your cousin." Narcissa scolded the young girl, who just smiled back at her aunt.

"Cissi!" Emillie cried, throwing her hands up. "Up!" Narcissa picked up the girl and started to dance to unheard music around the boys.

She bent Emillie over backwards in her arms saying, "Look at the silly boys, they don't want to dance!" Emillie just giggled all over and kept repeating "silly boys, sillys boys."

Lily laughed at the sight of the giggling girl, getting up when her own son started to call out "up, up". She bent down picking Harry up and settling him into one of her arms and reached out to do the same with Draco. Soon the two women with their three young ones where dancing and giggling around the nursery. All whom passed in the hall could hear the children's laughter and shouts of glee. Four men in particular hear this and entered the room.

James, followed by Severus, Lucius and Tom all entered the room to watch the happy scene in front of them. Emillie caught sight of her father as Narcissa danced her around.

"Daddy!" She cried happily, reaching out towards the man. This stopped both women from dancing and to look at the door. Similar cries of 'daddy' echoed from the boy's mouths, also reaching for their fathers. Lily and Narcissa stepped forward and delivered each child to their respective fathers.

"How are you doing Princess?" Tom cooed at his smiling daughter.

"We dance, daddy." Emillie replied, not sounding like the two and half years old that she really was. All three children sounded much older than their actual ages, thanks, in part, by Tom's insistence that the children were taught to talked like adults, and not as 'brainless apes' like the rest of the Wizarding community according to Tom.

"What were you dancing to?"

"A song in Auntie Cissy's head."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Well, I'm glad darling. Come on, we shall get some lunch now?"

"Yes please daddy."

"Alright. What shall we have?"

"Cookies!" All three children cried.

"Well that sounds like desert not lunch." James laughed bouncing a laughing Harry in his arms. The group walked, still laughing out of the nursery and down to a private dining area where they would take their lunch.

Three weeks. It felt like a life time ago for the inhabitants of Riddle Manor. Lily had passed away two days earlier. James had locked himself along with Harry in his room until the funeral, even then it was unsure how often the grieving family would emerge. James sat on the edge of his bed, Harry sleeping beside him, fingering his wife's wedding band in his good hand. His left arm had been cursed away from the elbow down and James had refused so far to let Tom create him a magical hand to replace the one he had lost.

Ten years this fall. James thought to himself. He could not grasp the fact that his wife was dead. How did this happen? How did our life come to this?

There was a knock at the Potter's chamber drawing James out of his dark musings.

"Who is it?" James asked, his voice hoarse with unused.

"It's me." Severus's voice answered through the door.

"Come in." James said dully.

Severus opened the door, stepped in and shut it once more. He took in the sight of his friend crouched over in his grief.

"James, I brought something to help you sleep."

"I don't want it."

"James, you must sleep. You've hardly slept since the attack. None of us have. Please take it, Tom and Lucius already have."

"Tom took it? Why?"

"You know as well as anyone how hurt Emillie was by Dumbledore's spell. Tom's been worried sick because she is still not responding to any treatment. And Lucius, well Narcissa nor Draco were seriously hurt in the raid but he's been worrying himself sick over everyone's wellness. Please just take the potion."

James looked even more defeated, but he held out his hand. Severus handed James the bottle then moved to the other side of the bed to pick up the still sleeping five year old.

"I've placed Emillie and Draco in Emillie's room. I believe that the children will be more comfortable there." Severus said, settling the boy further into his arms. James nodded, downing the potion.

Severus carried Harry and placed him next to Emillie and Draco on the large bed that had replaced Emillie's crib several years before. As Severus watched the children sleeping he could not help but think back to that fateful day three weeks earlier.

The early morning in southern France was bright, clear, and warm. Emillie, Draco, and Harry had risen before dawn and seen to it that every adult in the Malfoy French Manor had been awaken and ready to head down to the beach as promised the night before. House-elves had been preparing a large picnic lunch for the large group to eat while at the beach. The children had been looking forward to their trip to the warm French beach for months, ever since the decision had been made to spend the wet English spring and part of the summer in the Malfoy's summer home. They were running around, trying to watch everything that was going on all at once. Lily had been laughing, well they all had been, the children's excitement was contagious.

It was well into the evening when the group returned home. The children were worn out and sleeping in the arms of one of their parents. Emillie had been handed over to Lily while James had Harry, Tom carried some of their other things as house-elves rushed around the tired group. Several popping noises caught Severus's attention, he turned to look over his shoulder. He was met with a dozen or so wands pointed in the direction of the group, more importantly, the children and the parents holding them. Severus had given the call to fight but they were already under fire. Lucius stayed by Narcissa and Lily, who now had Harry in her arms as well as Emillie, while James rushed to aid Severus and Tom. They were greatly outnumbered, this being a family trip, none of the other followers had joined them in their trip to France. For nearly ten minutes the fighting wore on, James and Severus had been able to take out a few of their attackers leaving them on more even footing, but Lucius had been drawn away from his wife and Lily. Narcissa, only having one child in her arms, was able to defend Lily to some extent, but not entirely.

As the fight continued a new face emerged, Dumbledore, and he had eyes only for the small girl whom Lily had a death grip on, trying to protect her. Time seemed to stop as the men realized exactly where the old headmaster was headed, straight towards the unarmed mother. James had given a shout which sent everyone back into motion, everyone trying to either get to Lily and the children or trying to keep the others from reaching her. Dumbledore gave Lily the chance to stand down and hand over the two children in her arms, but in true Lily form, she told him to go to hell. Dumbledore did not speak again but started firing nonverbal spells at her. Tom, at some point, had set a barrier around Lily, giving her some protection, but that too started to fail. James had almost reached his wife when the tell-tell violet streak of light was sent Lily's way. James had stopped short when he realized what had happened. The barrier around Lily shattered, sending sparks flying in all directions, Lily saw the spell headed towards Emillie at the last second and moved the small child so that Emillie's body was shielded by her own. The spell enveloped Lily but did not stop, it was searching for Emillie. Everyone saw Lily fall to her knees, everyone heard the ear-splitting cry of a young child, and everyone knew that Dumbledore was as good as dead for harming Tom's daughter.

Tom started firing spells like mad towards Dumbledore, all of them were easily reflected. One of these stray spells reflected from Dumbledore, literally bounced off of Lily's still glowing form and hit Harry, causing him to cry out. At that point Dumbledore knew that the only way to survive the night was the leave the battle at once, which he did, followed by his assassins.

Those that had been injured in the fight were healed and then questioned which required a few more healings, and Tom was far from finished with them. Lily had fought hard for her life, but the combination of Dumbledore's magic binding spell and Tom's rage induced stunner finally left her too weak to continue.

The children had no idea what had happened, even though it had been explained to them several times, but death is not something that a five year old can normally process. Severus smiled as he saw Emillie turn towards Harry and Harry do the same. They never touched but it was clear that the bond they shared was calling out towards its other half for comfort in a difficult and confusing time.

Tom was is one of the worst moods since the attack. All of the Malfoy Manors had gone under major security upgrades; all of the wards had been reinforced and added too. Tom was insisting on training camps for all of his followers. He wanted each man and woman to become warriors, even his daughter. Next week would begin Emillie's new training regime, Harry and Draco would join her by permission of the reluctant adults. James and the Malfoys wanted the children to enjoy their childhood, not be sucked into the war at such an early age, but Tom had been animate. He even went as far to throw Lily's impending death at James in order to get him to agree. After Lily's passing, Tom was sent into a working frenzy, wanting to get everyone ready for any attack that Dumbledore might send. No one close to him was allowed to leave the Manor grounds unless protected following the long list of guidelines Tom had created. He vowed never to let what happened to Lily to happen to anyone else.

A small black haired boy ran around the corner, shrieking in delight. The raven haired girl, whom followed him, was also laughing with mirth. The person causing such a ruckus of merriment was a young white haired boy. Each child was close to the same age of seven years old. And each should have been paying attention to where their current path was leading them. The hall that the black haired boy had lead his two companions lead to the private chambers of the young girl's father, whom had forbade the children from entering under any condition. The girl, her laughter beginning to quiet down, looked for the first time at her surroundings. She knew these walls, these paintings, and the door which the boy in front of her was on a path to intercept with; this was her father's wing of the manor.

"Harry!" she called frantically. "Stop! We shouldn't be here!"

"Em, you worry too much," Harry replied, still laughing.

"Harry, listen to me! This is father's wing! We must leave now!"

"Merlin," the pale haired boy said in fear. "Harry, we really must go. If my farther catches us here…"

"His punishment will be nothing compared to mine," said a cold voice behind the frightened boy. The three children turned to look into the angry face Emillie's father. He was flanked by a furious Lucius Malfoy and his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange. The three adults were already in a foul mood; Albus Dumbledore refused to see reason yet again. For the past six years Voldemort had tried, without any success, to end the war peacefully, but no, the old meddling fool would hear nothing of it. Then, two years ago while visiting Lady Malfoy in her summer home in France, tragedy struck. The Order of the Phoenix along with several dozen Aurors showed up at the home and a huge battle ensued. The Potters had been gravely injured, Lily dieing a few days later from the injures she received while trying to protect Draco, Emillie, and Harry from harm. James lost part of his left arm but Voldemort was able to give him a magically created silver arm in replacement. Many Death Eaters, Order Members and Aurors died that night, and the only thing that was accomplished was further winding the gap between the two groups. This morning was just the icing on the cake; Dumbledore asked, no- demanded, that Harry and his father be turned over to the Order, Emillie have her magic bound, and Voldemort hand himself into the Ministry and given the Kiss. These thoughts raced through Voldemort's mind as he looked down at the three scared children. His eye searched the faces of his daughter and her betrothed until he found what he was looking for; each child had a scar from the battle two years ago, their only token of the tragedy. Harry's scar was in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead; one of Voldemort's stray curses caused that, but Lily had been able to shield Harry from most of the effects of the curse. His daughter's scar was much different, it started at the corner of her right eye and zigzagged down her face, neck and collar bone where it ended in the shape of an upside-down trident over her heart. Voldemort could only see part of the scar but knew it like the back of his hand. Dumbledore had given her that scar when he had tried to bind Emillie's magic during the fight, but thankfully Lily had been paying attention to the old man and blocked most of the effects, much like she had for Harry, yet Emillie still wore that scar which had finally begun to fad into a slim line down her face. Voldemort was brought out of his musings by a small chuckle behind him. He turned to see Lucius trying, and failing, to hide an amused smile. Voldemort opened to ask the man what exactly was so damned funny but never got that far, Lucius's smile widened and he pointed towards the children. Emillie was standing in front of her father with her puppy dog eyes firmly in place and a small pout on her lips; she was standing with her arms behind her back and twisting her left foot into the floor nervously. When she saw her father looking at her, she quickly lowered her eyes then raised them after a moment to look through her eyelashes back up at her father. Everyone knew that Voldemort was a sucker for this pitiful look. It only took a second before Voldemort crumpled to his daughter's will.

"Oh come here." Voldemort said opening his arms so that his daughter could run into the awaiting hug. "Now, what are you three doing down this hall?" He asked once Emillie had been scooped up and her legs wrapped about his torso.

"Well father," Emillie began, not at all sounding like the seven year old that she was. "We were playing hid and go seek, but then that turned into Tag and Draco was It!" she finished happily.

"And why were you playing two Muggle games?" He inquired of his daughter.

"Aunt Lil's birthday, father."

Merlin. Voldemort cured inside to himself. I completely forgot, I must go inform the House Elves to prepare a feast. Harry and James will never forgive me if I didn't, which means that Em would hate me. Merlin!

"Of course my dear. But why were you in this wing, you know that you are not to be here."

"I know father but we just were not paying attention. I'm sorry," she said bowing her head in shame.

"Accepted. Now, I want you three to go back to Emillie's wing and play there until the feast tonight. Do not leave unless you are called for. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." Came the reply from three very grateful children. Voldemort set his daughter down and motioned them to leave.

"Lucius," Voldemort said once the children had left. "I want you to put up extra wards on this wing, the fool who did them last time didn't do the correctly. Who was it?"

"My husband," Bella said speaking for the first time.

"Send him to me."

Bella bowed and left with Lucius, their master's bad mood had returned now that his daughter was not around.