This chapter ties almost everything together. Some things have been changed however. Sirius hasn't been James's secret keeper, he hasn't had one. You all know that Neville and Harry's birthdays match. Um... That's it I think, read on, endings coming up soon. Now comes crucial plot points and plot twists.

Three days later Lilly was back at work and very uncomfortable with the nanny. The woman was very clean, orderly, yet it seemed she thought she had written every book on child care and knew everything. She seemed surprised whenever something happened off schedule. James outright hated her and had to spend more time with her than he pleased. He picked Kira up from school everyday and was able to spend an hour with his children before having to rush off again.

Today was hectic. He apperated home, put Harry in the stroller, and dashed out the door. When he arrived at the kinderspell building he saw Kira and her two friends once again talking about a volcano and conspiring. Glancing at his watch he found he was late and trotted over. The twin's mother was sitting there reading a book. She looked up upon seeing James and smiled. He gave an embarrassed wave and manovered the stroller around the curb.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Oh, it was no trouble at all, an' I see you've got your hands full today," Molly smiled warmly.

"Oh, he's no trouble. Lilly got called away to a very important case and I said I'd take over," James explained, clearly out of breath. He let out a whistle and Kira spun around.

"Daddy!" She cheered, skipping over and jumping into his arms. "Guess what we did today?" she asked her familiar question with the same joy as always.

"Fought a dragon?" James asked, giving her a suspicious look. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that."

"No, silly," Kira laughed. "Guess again," she prompted happily.

"Thanks a lot Molly, I owe you," James nodded goodbye and headed down the street with Kira. "You defeated a troll?"

"Nope, nope, guess again," Kira sang.

"Hmm, you captured a leprechaun?"

"Again, again, guess again," she chanted, spinning around in a routine he was sure she must have learned in ballet class.

"Hmm, did you open Pandora's box? You know that's a bad idea."

"You're silly," Kira giggled, shaking her head and skipping.

"Hmm, I give up then. What did you do?" James asked with a look of deep intrigue.

"I said you had to gueeeeessss," Kira sang, glancing back at her father with a proud smile.

"Not going to let me give up today, are you?" James asked, reaching down to hold her hand as they crossed the street.

"Maybe," Kira replied, glancing around as if she'd never seen anything on the street before.

"Hmm, did you make something?" James asked. The game continued as the threesome traveled the long path home. It was finally revealed that Kira had made another craft -this one being a necklace- and that it was a gift for mommy. When they arrived home, Kira danced inside and was immediately stopped by Agatha, the nanny.

"Calm down girl, you'd think there waz nothing but hot air in that 'ead of yourz,' she scolded, placing her hands oh her hips and looking down her nose at Kira.

"Sorry, Miss Brumhilda," Kira chanted that familiar phrase and stared up at the 'big boned' woman, with dark brown hair that was kept in a tight bun and graying slightly. Nothing about the woman held warmth, except her hot temper. She wore dark earth tones and thin rimmed glassed that Kira assumed was to enhance her vulture-like stare.

"Evening, Ms. Brum'ilda," James greeted kindly as he shut the door.

"Time for baby's nap!" Agatha announced taking Harry from the stroller.

"Oh I can-" James started.

"Mr. Potter, this is my job and I do it well," Agatha interrupted and marched towards Harry's room. Part of Kira always wanted to run for the hills before her name could be barked, the other half -with the stronger, louder voice- told her to follow and make sure Harry wasn't handled too rough.

James stood feeling quite out of place, even within the very walls of his own home. Everything was spotlessly, almost obsessively clean, the T.V was off, all the kid's toys were in a storage compartment instead of littered all around the house where he felt they should be, and instead of gleeful cheers and the smell of sugar cookies, he heard silence and smelt vinegar and mothballs.

"...Trinidy?" He tried. The fairy flittered quickly to him and bowed majestically.

"Hello," She greeted.

"Hi, how are you?" James asked.

"Not to complain, but that 'nanny' of yours is a real hard arse," Trinidy announced, not bothering to lower her voice as Agatha always ignored her anyway. "I'd just go to the forest palace and stay with Silva, but I'm not gonna leave Kira alone with her." She added more of a loathing sound to the word 'her.'

"You're a good friend," James laughed. "And I know she's a pain in the arse, but she's well respected as the best."

"Best what?"

"Good question," James nodded as his eyes fell upon the children's schedule. When they ate, when they slept, when they used the bathroom, even when they played was on a schedule. James also noticed that Kira was made do chores. Considering she was probably no older than two, this unnerved James.

Trinidy saw his gaze and nodded. "She seems to think they can be trained towards a schedule."

"Maybe I'll take Kira somewhere for the day, since I'm home anyway," James nodded. "You're welcome to come."

"Get her out of here. I'll fly for the forest; the baby can't be helped but 'should' be asleep for an hour," Trinidy stated as if it were a life or death situation. James started to laugh, but then saw the fairy was serious. He nodded his head and called Kira for a quick escape.

An hour later Kira and James returned from a night of things that shall never be mentioned to Lilly and did include a Peppertot, a librarian, and a donkey. James had noticed a few odd traits in his daughter that he'd never noticed before. She wasn't exactly acting strange, but he did notice something a tad odd. She floated. It was very slight, but noticeable. James asked her about it and she replied that it had just happened. They'd been trying to reach something above a volcano and she'd just risen off the ground.

"Did anyone see?" James asked, trying not to sound urgent.

"No, I don't think so, daddy," Kira replied lightly. "...Is something wrong? All ANGELS can do that."

"Hmm?"

"There was an older one there... two older ones and they could float," Kira stated. James had forgotten how much he still had yet to learn about the ANGEL project.

"How high?" He asked, trying to see if floating determined power.

"Higher than me," Kira replied. "They used it to do some cool tricks."

James nodded. If Voldemort was in cahoots with Takai, then they'd probably encounter one of his Angels. Frank had yet to return and explain why Kira was so special, if some of the reports explained that there were others. Kira also admitted that whenever she was scared her forehead hurt and her eyes changed. James tried to be supportive, but the rest of their outing was spent with his mind racing around. When they both returned, the nanny looked unamused. James smiled as best he could and Kira hid behind him.

"Pleasant evening?" she asked James in a growl-like tone or sarcasm.

"Er, yes, yes it was," James replied, almost defiantly.

"Well then wash up, yer group should be here soon enough," she stated, never easing up on her glare. Kira and James looked at each other, but the nanny's behavior was never consistent for twenty-four hours. "I've 'ad the 'ot water runnin so..." James and Kira could not hear her words as she retreated down the hall, instead they headed for the hall bathroom.

"...Scared the pants of that mime, didn't we?" James laughed, suddenly reminded of making the mime scream.

"I never heard someone scream that way!" Kira giggled. They continued their conversation and James lifted her up to the sink and turned on the water. Distracted by their conversation, neither one noticed the steam billowing out of the faucet as Kira's hands reached closer and closer.

"I do believe he's quitting. Shame, I enjoyed seeing him try to actually climb the imaginary ladder in an escape attempt," James bit his lip as he reflected upon the good-old twenty minutes ago.

"Ahh!," Kira shrieked as the water hit her skin. "Daddy!"

James was yanked back into reality and before his head could clear his body was trying to react. He pulled her away and looked at the sink. The water had stopped and there was an ice sickle hanging out of the faucet. The ice traveled down the piped and an eerie groaning sound was soon heard. The pipes soon burst and both father and daughter let out a scream.

Kira's forehead shone and she tried to block the water. This water as well turned to ice. James was able to get Kira out of the room as the water reached his ankles. Higher and higher the water quickly rose as the spell on the pipes was that if no water reached the faucet, then to push more out. This prevented clogs extremely well but served as a curse in this unlikely situation. So did the spell preventing the water from leaving the bathroom.

* Thirty minutes later. *

The door bell rang and James called out an invitation to his friends. Sirius had already been sent an owl so he knew what was going on, and brought a camera. He hurried down the hallway, jumped in front of the bathroom door and snapped a picture.

"Nice," James laughed, he'd been expecting that.

"That's one for the order news letter," Sirius grinned, shoving the camera into his pocket as Remus arrived. The scene before his eyes came as quite the surprise. James was up to his knees is ice that looked like a tidal wave had frozen. Chunks of it had been blasted away, but it was taking a while.

"Hmm," Remus hmmed. "Out of all the things I've seen you get yourself into."

"I just barely repaired the pipe, it's hard to do through ice, give me some credit," James replied; he was still smiling and that threw a giant hint to his two friends as to how this had happened.

"Nanny didn't help you?" Remus asked, blasting away some of the ice in the hallway.

"She's a Squib," James growled.

"Where is she?"

"Off scaring Kira and ignoring me I suppose," James sighed. "Someone go find Kira, poor kid must be scared out of her mind."

Remus turned to look for Kira as Sirius dove into the ice room and began blasting away, pretending to be in his own little war. Remus knew two facts: Sirius would never intentionally hit James and James was too good to let himself be hit by Sirius. So he figured they'd be okay. He searched the bottom floor of the house and that revealed no one except Harry, faking sleep. He 'woke up' when Remus entered the room and let out a relieved sigh.

"Hey there," Remus greeted cheerfully.

"Kra?" Harry asked, looking around.

"That's who I'm looking for," Remus assured him. "Your dad should be free any time now."

He left the room, and headed upstairs. He checked Kira's room, all the cupboards, the dumbwaiter, and the bath room. She was nowhere in sight. He looked in Cota's room, sure that she'd be in there, but she was still missing. Discouraged, he headed back down stairs when he heard a noise from the kitchen. Opening the door revealed a large muscular woman in her fifties. Remus's eyes became automatically half-lidded as the woman did not impress him in the least. As a woman or a human being

"Hello," he greeted sourly.

"Yes? Who are yuz?" The beast of a woman asked.

"Ah, you must be the proclaimed nanny," Remus nodded slowly.

"Yes, who, be, you?" She repeated in a huff.

"I, be, Remus, Lupin. James, knows, me, well," Remus replied mockingly. He shook his head and tried to be his cheerful self, but the idea of a woman like that 'scaring' his goddaughter greatly displeased him.

"Very well, but make sure yuz all keep it down, ze baby is asleep for fifteen more minutes."

"Fascinating," Remus said in his usual voice, dripping with sarcasm.

"That girl is hiding somewhere, nasty little thing."

Remus left the kitchen and went to check on James's progress. He found that the war raged on and that Sirius had slid into a trap and was trying to find out exactly how he'd done that.

"D'ya find her?" James asked, slightly out of breath.

"No," Remus replied, blasting away a chunk of ice as it teetered above James's head. Sirius managed to get free and slid to the door, spinning and sitting up as he did. "Hello, ice master," Remus greeted.

"Ya can't find her?" Sirius ignored his comment.

"I'll find her, but her room has a secret passageway and a balcony that is hard to reach, remember?" Remus asked, leaning over to meet Sirius's eyes.

"Call her name from the front room, if you don't see her in two minutes then she's not up there," James instructed. Remus nodded and left the two to continue their battle. Peter was watching T.V as Sirius and James were violent in their war and he was afraid of being hurt.

"I already tried calling her," he stated as Remus walked in the room.

"They're not going to hit you, go help," Remus instructed him, feeling like the only adult in the house other than James, who was still up to his knees in ice. Peter scampered off to go help and Remus headed outside. The April air was humid and thick. It would definitely rain soon. The grass was green again and the leaves were back on the trees. Lilly's flowers were blooming beautifully and the air was warm.

He looked up the hill to see a landscape of wildflowers sloping down it. He turned towards the tree again and remembered the tree house. He climbed up the rope ladder and into the first room. It was larger than he'd expected and had many toys littered across the floor. There was even a strange fireplace in the center that was burning a pink flame. Around it were toadstools and a box labeled marshmallows.

Remus smiled at the sight, now understanding how Kira made strawberry smores. The pink flame explained everything. Chalkboards covered the walls and had been decorated by Kira and a few by James and Lilly. Kira had drawn a picture of Candy, Gyriph, and Patrick. She'd drawn a picture of her family and a picture of the order group. On another wall, one he hadn't seen on first glance and was hidden, was a picture of a girl. A girl with cables coming out of her arm and was bound by strange metal devices. She stared forward transfixed and had long black hair.

Remus was surprised by the detail in the drawing, even if Kira had taken a lot of art classes. This was better than all her other drawings. There was writing under it. "Sora." Remus looked at the drawing again. In the background were eyes and another picture of Sora, this one was screaming. A shudder traveled up Remus's spine and he turned away from the drawing that must have been Kira's worst nightmare. He heard a whimpering sound and headed towards it.

He entered the next room. There he found Kira, huddled in one corner. She was hiding behind a bean bag chair. He pushed the chair away and sat on it.

"Kira?" He asked, seeing that she was shivering. "What's wrong, honey?"

Kira sniffed and looked up at him. Her forehead was glowing and in the center was a strange crystal tear drop. Remus stared at it in wonder as the image from the book on the Volucris came to life. She saw his gaze and cowered again.

"I didn't mean to," she whimpered. "The water burned and then I..."

"It's okay," Remus shook his head and kneeled down in front of her. "You did nothing wrong."

"I really didn't mean to," she cried.

"It's alright, really, it's fine," Remus laughed slightly, trying to comfort her and realized she had tightly folded her arms around herself as is they hurt. "What happened to your-" he stopped as he saw what it was. The nanny had put oven mitts over her hands and taped them on. They reached her elbows and he could see ice on them. "Come on, sweetheart," Remus took her in his arms and traveled out of the tree house.

"Hello, there," Alice greeted as she neared him.

Remus looked up the path to see both Alice and Dumbledore strolling down. He nodded and set Kira down, she hid behind him. Alice's first sign that something was wrong, was the look on Remus's face. She'd never seen him even frown when around his God-daughter, now he was scowling. Kira was hiding, something she usually only did when she was hurt and didn't want to go to the doctor.

"Err, um, hello there, Kira," Alice tried, no response let alone the small whimper.

"Something happen?" Dumbledore asked, not letting any emotion show. The child was crying and Remus looked incredibly pissed, for all he knew, James and Lilly were dead.

"I'm really, really sorry," Kira shuddered and sunk to the ground.

"It's alright," Remus assured her. "I just need to 'chat' with your nanny."

"Okay, what happened?" Alice asked, she'd also had trouble with her nanny. Bad agency.

"Inside you'll find James -probably up to his shins in ice," Remus began. "Compliments of Kira. That is not even a grain of sand on the beach that is the real problem. You see," He turned around and picked Kira up. "The nanny thought it best to punish the small child that is my God-daughter, for her accident, by torturing her."

"I was not 'torturing' zhe child. Her 'ands froze zhe water! Zey're dangerous! She could kill her brozher!" The nanny objected, coming outside. Kira's eyes doubled in size and her pupils shrunk at that idea she tried to head back into the tree house, but was stopped by Remus.

"I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry," she whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes.

James came outside, took one look from Remus and Kira, to the nanny. "You're fired."

"But, I can ezplain!" She shrieked.

"So can I. You think my daughter is dangerous. I told you to leave her alone and send word to Sirius. Instead, you hunt her down, grab her, and tape gloves to her already freezing hands. You're fired," he announced joyously.

"Your wife hired me, Mr. Potter," The nanny began.

"And she agrees to fire you," Lilly stated, appearing behind Alice and very unamused.

"I called Lil-"Peter stopped and noticed his comment was no longer needed.

"Since this was a probation period you are not entitled to a two weeks notice, as written in your contract."

The nanny made no come back, she stormed inside and was greeted by Sirius, who was already handing her her suitcase. But would she remember it? No. James shot out a memory charm and erased the woman's memory. She left without much more than an inkling that she'd been fired because of an accident.

Dumbledore looked at Kira and saw the jewel on her forehead. From Sirius's ramblings while Lilly was trying to free Kira, he learned that the pipes had frozen all the way down at her slight touch. Lilly was trying to pour warm water on the gloves so the ice would melt, but was having slow progress. She was afraid to heat the water too much because of what had happened earlier. James sent word to Cota, via the fireplace and then went to go check on Harry.

It was at that moment, that Frank stumbled in. The room went silent and all eyes were upon him. He looked tired and weather beaten. His clothes, usually neat and organized, were ripped and faded. His glasses were broken and taped on the side, to look at him you'd suspect he'd been gone for years. Alice rushed to his side and James quickly pulled up a chair for him. After a few breaths he began to look normal. It was a while before he even began to resemble the man that he'd left as.

He smoothed out his olive vest and straightened the white shirt underneath. He sat up and Alice flicked her wand a few times, helping to repair his clothes. Frank thanked her and then looked around the room, meeting each pair of eyes with grave importance. Cota and the rest of the order members filed in after a few minutes. They saw Frank and immediately entered the room, sliding into any available chair and immediately caught in the moment.

"Kira, go to your room," Lilly and James chorused. Kira obeyed, just happy to have her hands ice free.

"Go to Harry's room," Lilly called after her, thinking that to be a better idea. Her eyes never left Frank as she said this.

"The unthinkable has happened," Frank began, his eyes staring fixedly on the floor in front of him and his hands slowly regaining strength and not hanging limply at his side. "I'd have never suspected it, but it's true and it makes such perfect sense."

"Well... that's good, isn't it?" Peter squeaked, peeking out from between James and Sirius.

"Not exactly," Frank shook his head and Peter retreated back behind his two friends. "At first I suspected that they knew of my presence, but then after a while they let their guard down and began acting normally. Then... I saw something you'd never expect to see around a Death Eater. A little girl."

Gasps echoed throughout the room, eyes widened, jaws dropped, hair on the backs of necks stood on end. Had they just heard that? Frank took out a picture and held it up, another gasp.

"...Tha-that's Kira?!" Peter exclaimed, peeking forward even more.

"It's not Kira," James barked at him, tired of the stupidity. The girl was small and given she was very pretty, but not Kira.

"No name?" Sirius asked, elbowing Peter back as he was blocking the view.

"No, she doesn't read off as an Angel and has eyes," Frank stated, handing the picture to Dumbledore. "Look closely, that's not Kira. The hair is different, lighter. She doesn't look as sweet and innocent, same eyes though."

"The woman D.E we learned about... the one Voldemort favors. Could he and she be...?" Peter squeaked out the question.

"No," Alice let out a gasp as if she'd just heard a great piece of gossip. "...Is it possible?"

"It would confirm our suspicions," Frank nodded. "This girl is Voldemort's daughter."

"But what about Takai? Have you learned anything new about his involvement?" James asked, trying to keep the conversation moving forward. Dumbledore was appreciative of this as he also liked the conversations to move and not dawn on one spot. The news was big, but it could be less important than other issues.

"Well, they're creating an ANGEL. I don't know if it's younger or older than Kira. They've got a few ANGELs already, actually," Frank told everyone, folding his fingers and preparing for a lot of questions.

"So why 'er they after Kira?" Hagrid asked. Most of the order was worried about the danger from the ANGELs. Leave it to good-old Hagrid to care more about a strange creature.

"You see. The Volucris have the same blood types as us. Luckily, the blood Kira has is rare. So only James and Harry match it. James's blood is O+. It was given to Kira, as we all know, thus creating a rare blood type, as Kira had originally had Lilly's blood type, which was common in Volucris."

"Why not simply make another ANGEL using those types of blood?" Alice questioned.

"Because they don't have any O+ Volucris blood," Frank stated gently. "And the Volucris blood they gave to Kira was all used up on her," he added. "The best they could do was make a copycat, like Noname. Never as powerful as an ANGEL and they want the best."

"Well, they took some of James's blood at the lab. Why not just use that blood in another ANGEL?" Sirius asked.

"Because blood can refuse another blood. James's O+ blood is universal. So Kira's body accepted it." Frank stated. "They don't have any ANGELs with O+ blood."

"I read a report that said Takai could make a child up to the age of three into an ANGEL. He's practiced and is able to make more than just a copycat that way. But why use humans instead of something with more adaptable blood?" James questioned.

"They wanted to see if it could be accomplished," Frank explained, turning to face James. "Say, Voldemort's daughter is hurt. They can turn her into an ANGEL. Kira wasn't meant to be his daughter, but rather protect his daughter. That's why he took so much care in the way she looks. There are a lot of powerful species they could have tampered with, but they chose something human, so his daughter would have a companion. Now, Voldemort is ticked off because we have his weapon and the Death Eaters want his daughter to take its place!"

"Why not just create another ANGEL, if they can just take any child?" Lilly asked, feeling very protective over her daughter and hating the idea that the Death Eater's opinion was that if the first ANGEL escaped their torture they'd just use their leader's daughter.

"Because Kira has all the power," Frank sighed and turned towards Lilly. "Voldemort's daughter has a lot of power too, so she's the only replacement. She's the only one with purple eyes, too. If you're going to make the perfect weapon -one that can move around people and chill them to the bone, and at the same time intrigue them- she has to be beautiful."

"Kira's eyes change. All the time they get a new feature it seems." James nodded as he stared at the picture. The girl was beautiful, a surprising aspect of Voldemort's daughter. She looked different from Kira. Even lighter hair and a strange... mysterious quality to her young face. It might have been the camera angle though, he wasn't sure.

"Yes, the Volucris legend said that the royals had amazing eyes that showed their power," Remus stated, being the Volucris expert in the group as he'd read and studied every book on them that he could get his hands on.

"So why exactly are we lucky she has a rare blood type? Doesn't that just link her to Voldemort?" Cota asked.

"It makes her special," Frank explained. "She has more power and Voldemort is less likely to try and..." he looked at Lilly nervously. No one wanted to talk about their child's possible death.

"You keep mentioning blood acceptance and rejection. What blood type does Voldemort's daughter have that would make her need Kira's... err, want Kira's blood?" Cota asked.

"O positive," Frank stated ominously.

"Dear God," Alice sighed, taking her husband's hand into her own and stroking it gently.

Lilly clasped James's hand as the realization washed over them. Voldemort was apparently a caring father. If not that then he at least took pride in what was his. He wasn't going to quietly allow them to torture his child, his property. So he'd go after Kira. He'd go after-

"They know," Sirius whispered, fully understanding why the news was so grave.

"Huh?" Peter asked.

"The Death Eaters want Kira. We've had contact with Death Eaters on mutual ground, say the reunion. They'll know who has Kira," Sirius stared at his best friend's face and saw a deep understanding. He could give them Kira, or become a main target.

"T-that's not too big," Alice tried. "I mean, we all have different houses so that any rumors of where we live will be directed towards those houses instead of our real ones."

"Yeah, but if they really want to find us, they will," James shook his head, not prepared to listen to a silver lining of false hopes. He knew what he needed to do and he was prepared to do it.