Forward to the Past.

October 1, 1981. Diagon Alley, London.

Elizabetha gasped for air as she kneeled on her bruised knees. She coughed and spattered out various curses. She tried to steady her breathing as she placed her right hand on the brick wall in the alleyway. Her head was still in a whir from the travel and her left hand still clutched the time-turner. She closed her eyes.

"Breathe dammit," she muttered to herself. She drew in a deep breath and let another draw out. This wasn't how she thought it would be.

She stood up slowly, still somewhat panting, when she realised she was being watched. She stared at the opening at the street at a tall slender man with dark hair that covered his eyes almost. He wore a long black cloak and had his hands stuffed into pockets. His light grey eyes shimmered curiously in the dark of the alley and she edged closer to him.

"Lizza, how are you?" asked the mysterious man. She stopped.

"How did you-?"

"Know your name?"

"No," she hesitated, "know that nickname. My father calls me that." He sort of chuckled at her bewilderment.

"That's because I am your father." She gasped.

"Father!" She ran towards him and embraced him. "I am very fortunate to see you! I don't know where to go…"

"Hush, yes I know. The Dark Lord sent me here for you. He knew you'd be arriving this time. Glad to see your mother and I agreed for you to come this far back." Elizabetha almost felt puzzled to hear this but remembered that it would be difficult to adjust being in the past. She smiled.

"Of course."

"Come. We must be in a hurry." He grabbed her arm and let her out of the alley and down the busy street full of witches and wizards. He walked briskly towards another alley, one she recognised as Knockturn Alley.

"Where are we going?" she insisted.

"Apparating to the Riddle Mansion. You know where that is?"

She nodded, and spoke loudly over the chattering of others, "Of course! You and mum showed me once before."

"Good. As soon as we are in shadows," he muttered back to her, "Then we go." She nodded. They entered the safety of Knockturn Alley and almost immediately her father apparated. She, too, apparated.

She stumbled into a dark dining room and caught her balance. She peered around the eerie atmosphere when suddenly lights flickered on. Her eyes grew. Before her were the Deatheater's, staring eagerly at her through hooded cloaks. They all at the same time took down their hoods and bowed their heads in her direction. She saw her mother and father also staring at her as they gave her a slight smile.

"Glad that you have finally arrived, Ms. Lestrange." Bellowed a deep and spine-tingling voice. She spun around. It was he, the Dark Lord. She had met him once, but it had been when he was feeble. He looked tall, and strong, and still looked handsome from his earlier years. Dark eyes peered at her and his lips shaped into a sly smile. She smiled warily back.

"My Lord, it is an honour." She stated, bowing her head to him. He waved it off.

"I appreciate your manner, Ms. Lestrange. But we are equals. They," he pointed his hand at the Deatheater's, "Will bow their heads in your presence. You and I, do not." He stared at her seriously. It gave her chills. She nodded.

"Of course, my Lord." He smirked, allowing her to title him.

"Have you all met before?" he asked, motioning to the Deatheaters.

"Yes," she said peering at every one of them, "We all have." Her face dropped. There was one she hadn't met yet. He was tall, and had long stringy hair, and a long nose to match it. His skin was pale, but he was young and handsome.

"Not all, I see." He said with a hint of dullness. "This is Severus Snape. One of my most loyal." Severus bowed his head to her. He looked not much older than she. Maybe twenty, she thought. She nodded at him in approval as both their eyes met. She broke away from the grip of his stare and glanced up at her Lord.

"So…" she began, clearing her throat. Her Lord looked at her, cocking an eyebrow. "What is my first assignment?" He stared at her blankly, but motioned her to sit at the oak dining table. She followed, and sat at the very cushiony chair, as he and the others remained standing. He stood next to her.

"There is a man, who is a great friend of the Potters. But not yet great enough to be their secret-keeper," he stated, adding a smirk to one of the Deatheater's, Peter Pettigrew. "His name is Sirius Black. I want you to befriend this man, get any information possible. After I murder the Potter's and if all goes well with you befriending him, we should be able to lure him into a trap, a delusion. I want him guilty on all accounts. He is, after all, Harry's godfather. It would seem wise to the Ministry that the Potter's made Black their secret-keeper. It would keep the Ministry busy while I sort things out. I trust you will complete this?"

She inhaled greatly and slowly. "Yes, my Lord." She responded. He smiled.

"Good. I expect you on it right away. I trust you, and I trust you know exactly what I want." Somehow she did know exactly what he wanted. She understood everything to a fine point. She just didn't quite understand why she was the chosen one.

"Where can I find him?"

"Your mother can show you. She is his cousin, after all." She shook her head, she didn't know. He noticed.

"Bella, explain to your daughter." He demanded.

Her mother spoke in a soft yet harshly spiked voice. "Remember when I told you our family was entirely pure-blooded and faithful to the Dark Lord? The Malfoys? The Blacks? I stated that there was a blood-traitor amongst us. That is Sirius Black." Elizabetha nodded, remembering that her mother had said this.

The Dark Lord towered over Elizabetha, and spook to both of them.

"This task can be for both of you. Go right to it. I expect word from either one of you once it goes through." With that said, Bellatrix walked towards her daughter and took her daughters left hand which was still clutching the time-turner. She grasped the time-turner from her and left it on the dining room table. Elizabetha stood up and followed her mother, but was stopped by her Lord.

"One last thing, Ms. Lestrange. You'll need identification." He smirked with a hint a mischief in his voice. She stared at him, not understanding, when he grabbed her left arm harshly and branded her with what was known as the Dark Mark. She struggled not to scream, but shut her eyes quickly as he burned it into to her. She reopened her eyes as soon as he let go of her and she immediately caught eyes with Severus. She looked away. Her mother grasped her arm and they walked briskly out of the Riddle Mansion, together.

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Glad you liked the first bit, and I hope you liked this! Let me know when it starts to get confusing. I've done a lot of editing and research for this story because it is set back in time and does tend to get confusing. So let me know what you're pondering about and I'll justify it Thanks!

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