A/N: The title means "Out of darkness, light." Enjoy.
Ex Tenebris Lux
"I do not believe that it is her," Snape replied as he glanced down at his daughter. He then glanced back to Aurora. "Magic rarely manifests itself this early. Since our daughter—"
"Yes, yes, I know, but how else do you explain this?"
"Obviously, it is due to someone wishing us to believe that our daughter is all-powerful."
"But your mother said that there aren't any more Elders, so it can't be them."
"Yes, so I have heard."
"Well, I don't understand. Who could it be? We've listed off everyone it could possibly be, but they all have been vouched for, which brings me back to the idea that it has to be an Elder."
"Unfortunately, there is a flaw in your theory. What would their motive be, Aurora? To make us be stuck with one another? They have already done that." Snape didn't even glance towards Aurora to see the momentarily flash of anger in her eyes at the harshness of his words. "Or perhaps it is to make us go insane?" In rare show of anger directed towards her, he growled. "It does not make sense."
"Theories rarely do," a sympathetic voice quietly said in the far reaches of the room. Both parents quickly glanced towards the voice. "Forgive me for intruding, but I believe I can shed some light on this dilemma," a periwinkle robed Dumbledore spoke before he stepped into the soft light. His twinkling blue eyes held his gaze with the infant. "I had thought you'd be special because of your ancestry, but never did I expect anything like this. I must say that I am duly impressed thus far."
"Albus, she can't understand a word you're saying to her. She is just a week old after all."
"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, Aurora. She is anything but a baby. No, no, she is much more." Dumbledore then gently rubbed Angel's cheek. "It is time, my dear. Don't you agree?"
"Waited? What are you talking about, Albus? Severus, what is he talking about?"
"This," Dumbledore simply stated before he pulled his wand out. Slowly, he waved it over the small child with a slow and steady casting of an unknown archaic spell. A wave of bright light slowly passed over Angel's entire body before engulfing the room, blinding its occupants briefly. A few minutes later, once the light had settled, the week-old baby girl was gone. In her place and sitting on Snape's lap was a six-year-old girl with blonde curls and black eyes. "Hello, Angel."