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*June 29, 1980*



Severus Snape stepped out of Honeydukes, a small parcel clutched under one arm, his wife, a young blond woman named Madeline, on the other. "Good day Mr. and Mrs. Snape! Stop in as soon as the babies are born!" Severus and Madeline turned around and waved goodbye.

"We'll do just that," Madeline called before strolling off down the streets of Hogsmeades with Severus by her side. It was a fine May morning, the kind that makes one feel like dancing. Severus and Madeline waved to the shopkeepers; all telling them to come around once the twins were born. Severus just nodded and said they would, hugging his pregnant wife. They were in such a good mood they didn't notice a red head woman and two brunette men stepping out of a shop until it was too late.

"Oi! Watch where you're going!" Severus called, helping Madeline up.

"Snape."

Severus looked up and let out an exasperated sigh. "Potter. Black. Lily." James Potter, Sirius Black and Lilly Potter standing in front of him. When his eyes fell on Lily a pang of hurt resonated from within. Lily had been his first girlfriend, his first love, but she had left him in the middle of their sixth year for James Potter, whom she had married a year ago. Severus had gotten over her eventually, but it took falling in love with Madeline to do so. They too had gotten married and she was now expecting their first children-twins-a boy and a girl.

But it still hurt a little to see Lily so happy with someone else.She too was expecting a child. "Severus. You look nice," she said, smiling a little. James frowned and stepped in between them. Sirius, James's best friend, stood by, scowling deeply. Madeline clutched Severus's arm tightly, a strained smile on her face.

"Potter, how do you do? I don't believe you've met my wife, Madeline? Maddie, this is James Potter and his wife Lily, along with their friend Sirius Black." Madeline smiled and stuck out her hand to a very surprised James.

"So.you got married, did you?" James asked, ignoring Madeline's hand and squinting his eyes as if Severus were lying.

"Yes, I did," Severus said, smiling tightly. Lily had a strange look in her eyes.

"Congratulations Severus. You're having a baby too?" Madeline brightened at the word 'baby'.

"Actually they're twins," she said, radiating warmth.

Lily smiled too, but only for a moment. She tugged James's arm and motioned for them to continue on, but not before turning to Madeline and saying, "It was nice meeting you. Good day Severus."

Severus smiled sadly and turned back to Madeline. "Let's go home."



*August 13, 1980*



"Sev! Severus!" Severus rolled over in bed, coming face to face with a disheveled Madeline. "Sev! It's time." Severus sat bolt upright.

"Okay, I'll get the broom. You get dressed and I'll fly us to the hospital," he said, kissing her on the cheek. Severus stumbled out of bed and grabbed some robes, tossing them to his moaning wife. He himself pulled on some navy blue robes and grabbed his Comet 2000. Severus helped Madeline out of bed and down the stairs, easing her onto the broom and kicking off. With surprising speed he flew to St. Mungo's Hospital: Maternity Ward.

"Sir, you'll have to wait here," a tall nurse told him before whisking Madeline off. Severus sighed and sat down in a chair. He pulled up the sleeve of his robes and peered for the millionth time at the Dark Mark burned into his left forearm. Joining Lord Voldemort had been a stupid action; done right after Lily had broken up with him, at the young age of sixteen.

Though he had been young, Severus was smart and cunning; those talents had helped him achieve the position of fifth in command, one of Voldemrot's top Death Eaters. Then he had met Madeline at one of his sister's hopelessly boring Christmas parties, when he was seventeen. She was a study buddy of Abigail's and Severus became good friends with her. Their friendship had turned into love until he knew he couldn't participate in the Death Eater's terrible acts of death and destruction.

So, at the age of twenty, he had turned to Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Dumbledore had accepted him and given him a job at Hogwarts and saddled him with spying for their side. That was two years ago. Eventually he had proposed to Madeline and told her all about his Death Eater days. She had accepted it and was constantly worrying that he would be caught.

"Sir?" The nurse was back. Severus stood up. "Sir? You're wife's doing fine, as are your children. Would you like to see them?"

Severus nodded, and followed her into the birthing room. "Maddie?" Madeline looked up from the two babies and smiled, kissing Severus as he sat down on the bed beside her.

"The boy looks exactly like you," she told him, pointing to the one wrapped in a blue blanket. Severus smiled and peered at the newborn. It was true; the little boy had his hooked nose, pale skin, and a wisp of his raven black hair. The girl, on the other hand, took after her mother. She had the same the same cute nose and the same dirty blond hair.

"They're so beautiful." Severus murmured, kissing Madeline .



*October 31, 1981*



"Severus, dear, we're out of milk. Please go and get some?" Madeline asked, kissing Severus on the cheek. Severus sighed and nodded, getting up and walking towards the door. He took one last glance at a nine months pregnant Madeline before stepping outside. It was little over a year since Damien and Anastasia had been born and Madeline was again pregnant, this time with a baby girl.

Severus strolled down the street, slipping into the small grocers and paying for some milk. He sighed as he thought of the last Death Eater meeting. He had a sinking feeling that Voldemort knew he was a spy.

"One of you, my faithful Death Eaters, is a traitor. Do not worry, he will be punished."

Severus shivered as he remembered Voldemort glaring at him. "Oh.you're probably just-OH! Please, no!" Severus had glanced up half a block from his home to see the Dark Mark hovering somewhere over his neighborhood.

He ran all the way home, letting out a small cry when he saw it floating above his own home. Severus flew up the walkway and through the house, calling Madeline's name. He stopped in the nursery, the last room to check, and sank to the floor. There was no one but him in the house.

"SEVERUS!" Severus stood as he heard his front door fly open and as Albus Dumbledore called out his name. "SEVERUS!" Dumbldore called again. "Voldemort is gone! He's gone! He's gone."



*July 31, 1995*



Severus sat up, looking around his surroundings. He sighed with relief when he saw that he was in his bedchambers at Hogwarts. Severus rubbed his head. Those dreams had been revisiting him more and more often, ever since the return of the Dark Lord, just forty days ago.

Severus sat back in bed and remembered the rest of the story. Dumbledore had come, telling him that the Dark Lord was gone. He remembered how Dumbledore had told him that Madeline was not dead, that she was only in a state of amnesia.

"Someday, though it may take a while, she will remember and return," he had told Severus. Well, that was fourteen years ago. In those fourteen years Severus had turned cold and bitter, becoming the most detested teacher at Hogwarts.

Now it was summer and he had the unpleasant task of going around to all the Dark Magic hideouts and rounding up any young teens not so keen on joining the Death Eaters. Severus climbed out of bed, glancing at the picture of him and Madeline and the children before stumbling into the shower.



*July 31, 1995*



Stacy sat up in bed, clasping her forehead. "Ow! That hurt like hell!" she silently swore in the dark. Finally the pain died down, and Stacy began to think of the dream she had been having before she woke up.

'Let's see. I was in a room. There was me, and mum-she was pregnant. And Damien and a man-he looked a lot like Damie,' she recalled. 'The man left, to get some milk and then another man came. Mum, she ran upstairs and grabbed an amulet and the bracelets we have. Then the man-he yelled 'Adeva Kedavra'. And there was green and then that was it,' she finished, writing it all down for later, in case she forgot. 'It might help mom remember our past And then we could go home. Not that Reagan Manor isn't nice.'

Fourteen years ago her mother, along with Stacy and her twin brother, Damien, found themselves walking down a rich Californian street in Los Angeles. A lady who lived in the neighborhood had taken them back to her estate. There her mother had recovered, as had Stacy and Damien. It had been discovered that her mother had no memory, not even the vaguest idea of what her name was. Thankfully, though, there were bracelets attached to the arm of Stacy, Damien, and her mum, with their names engraved into them.

Two and a half weeks later their mother had given birth to her little sister, Ariel Elisabeth, or Lisa. Gracie Reagan-the lady who had brought them to her estate-had taken them under her wing and that was where they had lived for the past fourteen years.

Stacy yawned and glanced at the clock. It read 9:33 AM. Stacy sighed. She might as well get up. If she didn't then that retched new maid, Mitzi, would come and shake her awake. Stacy stumbled out of bed and towards the shower, smiling as she stepped into the shower and the warm water surrounded her.

"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more no more no more nooo mooore!" she sang, dragging out the last note. After rinsing her hair and applying the special shower gel that kept her skin relatively unblemished, Stacy stepped out of the shower. Still singing, she pranced into her walk- in closet and chose a stylish outfit for the day.

Never let it be said that Stacy didn't care about style.

When the young teenage girl reached the kitchen she found the rest of her housemates had beaten her to breakfast. Stacy pecked her twin brother, Damien (or Damie) on the cheek and hugged her mother. "Good morning, all," she said, patting Lisa on the head and sitting next to her best friend, Scarlet.

Scarlet grinned back, flipped open the magazine she had been reading, and pointed to a picture of her latest celebrity crush. Stacy giggled and rolled her eyes. Scarlet was her best friend in the whole entire world and had been since they were three. It was then that Scarlet's aunt and uncle- Mrs. Reagan's son and daughter-in-law-had died in a car crash. Scarlet's own parents had died when she was barely one. Mrs. Reagan-having moved to America three years after her husband had died-saw little reason to move Scarlet to a new country, but after the death of her aunt and uncle she had no choice but to do so.

Upon Scarlet's arrival the two girls had bonded most quickly. Stacy often felt bad-leaving Lisa in the dust like that. Because Damien shared most of his classes at high school with Scarlet and she, they all hung out together and went to parties and other socials with the same crowd. Lisa, though popular enough, often skulked around the manor like a beaten puppy. Stacy regretted not being closer to her baby sister.

Finally, sitting at the end of the table in all her glory, was Mrs. Reagan. Though well over half and century old, Mrs. Reagan still retained a good deal of her youthfulness and beauty. Her long red hair-as bright as Scarlet's-had only just begun to fade a year ago and the lines at the corner of her eyes were barely noticeable. Scarlet and Stacy often wondered how Mrs. Reagan staid so young. It was almost as if she were a magical fairy, incapable of aging.

She glanced up and smiled warmly at Stacy, scribbling something down on the newspaper. "Good morning, Ana dear." Mrs. Reagan was the only person to call Stacy Ana.

"Good morning, Mrs. Reagan," Stacy replied, buttering her toast and grabbing the new 'In Style' magazine that had arrived. Stacy flipped it open to the section about the latest dressing styles (stripes and polka dots) and was about to read the article when a letter fell out. In emerald green ink it was addressed to 'Mrs. Crescent D'Aubinge, 3453 Sandy Haven Lane, Los Angeles, California, USA.' Stacy frowned. The address was right. But the name? Crescent D'Aubinge? Frowning some more she sighed and flipped it over.

There was a green seal on the back. It looked something like the family crests Stacy had studied in History. In the middle of the crest there was a large H. After that the H was divided into four sections. Each section was a different animal. In the top two corners there was a lion and a snake. Both animals seemed to be growling-or, in the snake's case, hissing-at each other. In the bottom two corners there was a badger and a hawk-or raptor of some sort. Under the crest, written in a scrawling script, was: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus.

Flipping the letter over again, Stacy turned to Mrs. Reagan and said, "Mrs. Reagan, somebody addressed a letter here, but it's to a woman named Crescent D'Aubinge. Who's she?"

Mrs. Reagan's head had snapped up and she looked very pale. "Give it here, Ana," she commanded. Stacy handed the letter to Mrs. Reagan, eyes wide and eyebrows arched. Mrs. Reagan ripped the letter open and read it quickly. "My! Dear no! Hmm." She kept making cryptic comments like that, her eyes now full of worry. Once she was finished reading the letter she turned to Madeline. "Maddie?" she asked, placing a delicate hand on Stacy's mother's shoulder.

"Yes?" Madeline asked.

Mrs. Reagan sighed and rustled around in her pocket, extracting a long piece of wood. "Now Maddie, dear, I want you to close your eyes and concentrate on not concentrating."

Madeline frowned. "What?"

Mrs. Reagan frowned. "Just try it."

Madeline shrugged and closed her eyes, looking serene and peaceful. "Alright, now, none of you children make a noise. I need to perform a very powerful counter curse, and I need all the concentration I can get."

Stacy blinked. "Counter curse? Is that like magic?" Mrs. Reagan waved her hand for silence and nodded.

"But.but there's no such thing as magic!" Lisa cried, earning a stern look from Mrs. Reagan.

"Of course there is!" she said, shaking her head. Stacy, Scarlet, Damien and Lisa just stared at Mrs. Reagan as she started chanting something in Latin and tracing Madeline's profile with the stick. "Commoneo tui praeteritus! Comoneo tui postremo! Commoneo tui vita! Extrico tui mens mentis itaque COMMONEO!" Mrs. Reagan screamed the last word, whipping the stick back and pointing it square between Madeline's closed eyes.

Yellow beams of light shot out of the tip of the stick and headed for between Madeline's eyes. Stacy screamed, fearing the light would kill her mother. Instead it hit its mark and absorbed itself into Madeline's head. For a moment Madeline's whole head was aglow and her hair flew out at all angles. Then, as suddenly as it had happened, the glowing disappeared. Madeline's hair fluttered to her sides and Madeline herself blinked her eyes.

"I.I feel as if I'm awakening from a dream." she said in a dazed voice. "My memory! It's all back. Every bit of it. It all makes sense now; it all makes sense," she muttered, pressing her palm to her forehead.

Stacy blinked. "Will somebody please explain what's going on here?" she asked, looking from face to face.

Mrs. Reagan smiled. "Well, I do suppose it's time you learned about the wizarding world and how you came to be here." She sat down and took a sip of her coffee. "Well, I suppose I should begin with the magic bit. You see, you four children are not at all ordinary. Ana and Lisa, you two are witches, born a bred of nobility. Scarlet, my dear, the name D'Aubinge-our real name-commands respect in our world.

"You, Damien, are a wizard, fathered by one of the bravest men I've ever known." She paused there and glanced at Madeline who nodded. "Before you go telling me that there is no such thing as magic then answer me this. Have you ever in your life been upset? And when you were upset, did you think of doing something seemingly impossible? And then did you find that the seemingly impossible thing came true?" She stopped and gave all the children a meaningful stare.

Stacy remembered one time, in eighth grade; her first boyfriend had dumped her for Margie Brown. She had hoped and hoped that Margie's long, silky red hair would turn a horrendous color. She had looked at Margie and wished it and then, to her utter surprise, Margie's hair had turned a shade of mustard yellow.

There must have been a strange look on her face for Mrs. Reagan nodded. "I thought so. You see, there is such a thing as magic! Now, I will tell you why you are here and who I really am. I must tell you the truth. I am not Mrs. Gracie Reagan and I never will be. No, my real name is Crescent D'Aubinge, and I work for the Ministry of Magic, in Great Britain."

"You see, fourteen years ago there was this wizard. He went by the name of Lord Voldemort. Now this Voldemort, he was evil through and through. He sunk deeply into the Dark Arts and started gaining power left and right.

"Those days were dark and foreboding. One knew not who to trust. Everyone suspected everyone to be a Death Eater. That's what you call one of Voldemort's followers. One day Voldemort found out about a prophecy telling of eight children who could destroy him or help him gain immortal power. So he set out in search of these eight.

"He cornered one parent and told him to become his follower. Lucius Malfoy agreed, unknowingly selling his son to the enemy. Next he went after the D'Aubinges. Heather and Gerry D'Aubinge were famous Aurors." Suddenly Mrs. Reagan/D'Aubinge grew teary. "Gerry was my youngest son, and Heather was like a daughter to me. They-she-died protecting you, Scarlet. You were sent to live with your aunt Louise and your uncle Roderic, Gerry's older brother.

"The loss of one of the warriors made Voldemort mad so he decided to go after the leaders. Yes, there are two leaders of this group, a boy and a girl. Voldmort went after the girl first, that being because the girl's two siblings, one a twin and one unborn, were also warriors." Saying that she stopped and looked Stacy dead in the eyes, a most serious expression on her face.

"Severus Snape was already a Death Eater, though he turned good and became a spy for us. Voldemort suspected this and knew he'd have to put up a fight to get his hands on the three children. Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, caught wind of this and decided he would send all the children into hiding. He told Severus's wife about his plan and gave her an amulet, which was also a portkey. A portkey, by the way, is a magical device used to transport wizards from one place to the next, and that particular portkey was to take her to here. As you have already guessed, you are the children of Severus Snape.

"Dumbledore left and Voldemort came. Madeline fled to the nursery and grabbed the amulet. What she didn't know is that a powerful curse had been placed on the amulet. As soon as she touched it her memory disappeared. As you know, she came here and I took her in, having instructions to do so. As you would have thought, Voldemort was in an outrages mood. He had been bested twice and he was determined not to be bested a third time. He set out for the Potters, having been told their secret location by a turncoat named Peter Pettigrew. Anyway, he went to the Potters who were the parents of the boy leader.

"They killed Lily and James and tried to kill their little boy, Harry. But because Harry's parents-Lily in particular-had given up their lives for their son's sake-the curse ended up backfiring on Voldemort. Instead of destroying Harry he destroyed his own body. That put an end to his terrible reign. Harry Potter became famous for defeating the Dark Lord. Even though the Dark Lord was gone Dumbledore kept you five here because he knew someday Voldemort would return, and he wanted you to all be thought dead or missing."

She finished the long story and took a deep breath. "And so he has. This past year-though I'm not sure exactly how-Voldemort came back to power through Harry Potter, though the boy was used involuntarily. And this brings me to the letter, which reads:

"Dear Crescent.The Death Eaters have made their first attack. They raped and beat five muggle girls to death, burning the Dark Mark into the girls' faces. I think it is time to unite the eight warriors and teach them to harness their powers. Please give Madeline her memory back and tell the children-all of whom I hope are well-the story of it all. Come to London bring them to Hogwarts. Madeline will teach at Hogwarts this year as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, if she accepts the job. Please come quickly. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."

Mrs. Reagan/D'Aubinge placed the letter down and looked at Madeline. "Would you like to teach at Hogwarts?" Madeline nodded. Mrs. D'Aubinge-as Stacy decided it was only fit to call her-smiled and turned to the children. "It is time for you to learn your destiny. Then you will learn all about your powers and you will be taught to use them for the power of good. But until then I am going to catch you all up to date with witchcraft and wizardry..."

***

It was late at night and Stacy had opened her window to let the ocean breeze cool her room from the summer night's heat. Of all the things she would miss, it would be the ocean. Mrs. D'Aubinge had said that there was a giant lake by Hogwarts, but nothing would ever be like the Pacific. Stacy still wondered if she was dreaming. Even after the countless tricks and spells Mrs. D'Aubinge had performed she was still quite skeptical about the whole magical world thing.

And what is she didn't like the other four warriors? Mrs. D'Aubinge had said that their names were Ron, Hermione, Draco, and of course, Harry. They were her age-fifteen-and they all attended Hogwarts. Stacy wondered-as if it were a reflex-if any of the three boys were handsome enough to date. She also wondered what her father was like. Her mother had produced a picture of him earlier that morning.

He looked like Damien, only with a bigger nose and colder eyes. Other than that they could have been twins. Sighing the young witch snuggled down into the light covers of her bed. What wonders and questions she had could wait till morning, but for now she would just sleep. [pic]