The eldest child of Walburga and Orion Black knelt silently before the family tapestry, her fingers brushing over the scorched fabric where her brother's name had once been.

"I hope you're okay Siri…" she muttered quietly to herself before pulling her wand and beginning a complex string of movements, her lilting voice hissing in the silent room. She could hear her mother bustling around downstairs, snapping at Kreacher every once in a while.

The stairs screeched and she froze her wand hovering in front of the tapestry as she risked a glance towards the door, her breath caught in her lungs as her heart lodged itself in her throat and her stomach hit the floor. A few minutes passed before she continued her spell, releasing the breath she had been holding and willing her heart to slow down, she had to finish this before her pregnancy made it impossible to expend this much magic without harming the child.

Fifteen minutes after beginning the spell she sliced her palm open and wiped the blood off on the tapestry. A date appeared next to her birthday and she sighed in relief before casting a Disillusionment Charm on herself and making her way down the stairs and out of the dreary home she had resided in for seventeen years. Glancing around the muggle street with a light sneer of disgust she threw her hood up and Disapparated when she saw that no Muggles were about.

When she landed at the small house had had built for herself she sighed and collapsed on the porch, tears filling her eyes. It was cowardly, what she had done. She was denying her betrothed a chance to raise their child, but she had no wish to listen to her mother rant about how much dishonor she had brought on the Ancient and Noble House of Black for having relations before marriage, even if she had had them with her own fiance.

"Mother would hate you and Lucius would be mortified, I can not subject you or him to that little one." she placed a hand on her still flat stomach and smiled bitterly, a few tears leaking from her silvery grey eyes. She was only two months along but with the war heating up she could not bring herself to put her child in that sort of danger, even though she knew Lucius would do his best to protect her and their child. "The spell will hold until one of us removes it, you will be safe." She stood and walked inside her little cottage, her hand still on her abdomen where her child grew.

~November 1st of 1981~

Pandora hummed softly to the little bundle of joy in her arms as she walked through Hogsmead, her hair and eyes glamoured to be dark brown and hazel. It was early and she had come to the village to pick up some new clothes for her little Phoebe Aurelia.

"Have you heard the news?" An excited wizard asked as she passed by. Her brows furrowed and she stopped to look at the man,

"No, what news?"

"The Dark Lord is dead! Defeated last night when he tried to attack the Potters! Their little one was the only one who survived though, poor tyke." Pandora blinked owlishly as she processed the information.

"I see… thank you for telling me, but I must go." with that she turned and rushed off. She had not expected the war to end in such a way, never did she expect for her Lord to be defeated. Worry and dread filled her heart. What had happened to Lucius? Her brothers and cousins? What was going to happen to her? Would her spell on the tapestry hold? What if it didn't and Sirius came after her? Phoebe would be in danger. She apparrated to her cottage and took a deep breath, her gaze falling to the toddler in her arms, she was getting closer and closer to being two years old and was a brilliant little girl. Phoebe looked exactly like what she had expected the child of a Black and a Malfoy to look like, white blonde hair and stormy grey eyes that often turned near black when the little one threw a tantrum, which was not as often at Pandora expected.

"What are we going to do my little starlight?" she asked softly, staring into her daughter's sleepy storm colored eyes.

"Mama?" she asked sleepily

"Shush little one, you will be fine." Pandora pulled her wand and pressed it lightly to her daughter's temple, "Somnus." she muttered under her breath, her daughter's muscles relaxed as she fell into a deep sleep. She had overpowered the charm to make sure her little one stayed asleep for what was to come. Standing, Pandora cradled Phoebe to her chest and walked inside their home.

A few hours later saw the Pureblood Heiress standing uncomfortably in front of a Muggle orphanage, her still sleeping daughter in a large basket that contained a large-ish wooden box and two notes. One for her daughter and one for whoever ran the orphanage. Casting a silent Notice-Me-Not charm on herself she lightly set her daughter down, her eyes filling with tears.

"I love you little one. One day we will be reunited." She stood and banged harshly on the orphanage door before dashing down the stairs and across the street. There she stood, gazing at the doors until they opened and the matron of the orphanage looked down. Once her daughter was safely within the walls of the orphanage Pandora sighed softly and ducked down an alley so she could return to her house unnoticed.

She took a deep breath to stay herself before stepping off her porch and turning to face the quaint cottage. She would not need anything within the four walls. A few quick Incendios later and the building was completely consumed by flames. Out in the middle of nowhere she had no reason to worry about the fire being put out before it consumed everything. There would be no trace of herself, or her daughter, until it was once again safe for them to reunite. A moment later her human form gave way to a very large magical pit viper and she made her way away from the burning building.

~Five Years Later~

Five years, it had taken her five years to find her little girl again, six months had passed before she had been able to return to the orphanage, six months of finding out that giving her baby up had not been necessary, that her former fiance was now married to her cousin Narcissa and had a bouncing baby boy, Bellatrix and Sirius were in Azkaban, Regulus was dead, and her mother was dead. By that time her daughter had been adopted by a pair of Muggles unable to have their own children. One Imperious curse later and she had the address and names of the Muggles. Dan and Emma Granger were apparently dentists, whatever the hell those were, living in a well to do area just outside of London.

Glamouring herself she summoned the Knight Bus and gave the driver the address. She huffed when they dropped her off at a park just down the street, but that actually worked better for her plans. Once the bus was out of sight she let her human form fall to her Animagus form and quickly made her way down the street, glancing at the house numbers until she found the one she was looking for. She hid herself within the tall grass edging the fence and watched a man, maybe a few years older than herself chase a little girl about six around the yard. The girl, her little Phoebe, was laughing and squealing in delight.

"Hermione! Dan! It's time for dinner!" a woman with similar curly brown hair to the girl's called from the front porch. Pandora couldn't help the loud infuriated hiss that escaped her, drawing the attention of the young child that had run towards the fence to get away from her adoptive father. Pandora lifted her head from the grass as her daughter approached and moved closer.

Hermione collapsed to her knees in front of the pretty snake and reached out the pet it, running her fingers as lightly as her six year old hands could, over the reptile's head.

"Hermione? Love, what have you found?" she could hear her dad approaching her from behind as the snake nuzzled her hand and flicked it's tongue out against the skin of it. She heard her father gasp before her gently touched her shoulder, "Hermione go to your mother. Tell her to call animal control." Hermione pouted but did as her father asked, darting off to her mother as Dan used a large stick to pin the now agitated reptile down.

Thirty minutes later saw Hermione waving at the van that had come to take the snake away. A light pout on her lips, despite being so young the girl felt in some part of her she knew the snake, but that was just odd.

~Another Five Years Later~

Pandora had long since given in to her animal like mind, having given up on escaping from the glass cage the Muggles had put her in when they had torn her away from her daughter, when the boy known as Harry Potter appeared outside her cage and began speaking to her. When the young wizard accidentally vanished the glass to her prison she took the chance escape quickly, stopping to thank the boy before continuing on, hissing a striking at the Muggles around her to make them move away. Her serpentine thoughts had no care for the daughter she once thought about constantly, only for the freedom she had.