Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Glad you enjoyed it! So now it's time to fast-forward eleven years. James Potter and Sirius Black are sent into the ethnic part of Knockturn Alley on a lead they received about a brothel whose madam was wiring money to the newly risen Voldemort and his Death Eaters. James, upon investigating, sees a face that will alter the course of his family forever. Guess who? Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Get it into your head!

James Potter sighed. He was buried neck deep in paperwork. It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and all he wanted to do was go home and eat dinner with his family. If you had told him that a Head Auror would spend more time doing paperwork than chasing bad guys when he was in school, James would've skipped the Auror corps and gone into professional Quidditch. The amount of paperwork he had to do was staggering, especially now that Voldemort had returned to power about a year ago. Cornelius Fudge had been kicked out of office, and Amelia Bones, former head of the DMLE, was elected the new Minister of Magic. The Ministry was thankfully taking a much more active approach to fighting Death Eaters, but the consequence was more paperwork for everyone.

It was a warm summer day, the kind of day Artie and his friends like to play Quidditch on. As it often did, James's mind wandered off to his daughter. Callie had never been one to ride a broomstick, sticking to her books and fantasies, but she had loved days like today, usually because it meant her beautiful flowers would be in bloom. His daughter had certainly possessed a green thumb, the origins of which no one could really figure out. It was one of many things, James thought to himself gloomily, that no one would ever get to chance to figure out about Callie. All because of that one attack...


James wiped the blood from a cutting hex off his forehead with a sigh. The former Death Eaters, clearly not anticipating so many Aurors to be shopping with their children that day, were rounded up quickly. There were plenty wounded, but he had not heard an exact body count yet. He prayed to God and Merlin and anyone else who would listen that none of those bodies belonged to his family. Hopefully Lily had listened to him (for once) and gotten the children back to the manor safely.

The lack of information about his family was driving him mad and therefore not letting him do his job properly, James left the crime scene to the now assembled Auror teams with clear and direct orders on how to handle the suspects and identify the dead and/or missing. He went to the Leaky Cauldron, knowing that Tom would let him use the Floo in the back to get home.

As he walked into the dreary bar, he was suddenly hit by a force of red. Taking a moment to recover from the attack, he realized it his wife.

Lily clung to her husband tightly, thanking whoever responsible that he was okay. They stayed tightly embraced like that for a moment, James breathing in the scent of her hair and Lily placing her hand on her husband's chest, his heartbeat reassuring her. Finally, she pulled away.

"Where are Callie and Arthur?" James asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.

Lily faltered for a moment. "I sent them ahead here. A little girl was being attacked by a Death Eater. Tom said he saw Arthur go through the Floo, but not Callie."

Something in James's stomach dropped. Merlin, please not his little girl. He tried to smile reassuringly at his wife. "I'm sure they both got home safely," he said. Lily only nodded, desperately wanting to believe James. Holding hands, they stepped into Tom's Floo. Both of their children would be fine, she repeated to herself in her head. They'll both be fine.


As it turned out, they would not both be fine. He and Lily arrived home to find their distressed six-year-old son waiting for them. Something in Arthur seemed to break as he realized that they had not found his sister and brought her home. He started talking very fast, relaying the story of the day: how he and Callie had tried to weave their way through the panicked crowds, how both their hands were sweaty, and how Callie's fingers slipped out of his even though he was hanging on as tightly as he could. Arthur told them he had tried to get back to her, but the crowd pushed him forward, and she must've fallen because he lost sight of her.

There was a search for Callie, no stone left unturned, but everything came up empty-handed. It forever altered the Potter family. James threw more and more of himself into his job, hoping to one day find someone that knew what had happened to his daughter. Lily had fallen into a deep depression, not wanting to leave her bed. She would spend hours sitting in Callie's room, completely still. As time went on, she got better, but everyone close to the Potters knew it was not a good day if Lily was in Callie's room. Arthur was still reckless and adventurous, but there was a certain playful spirit missing now, replaced by a quiet solemnness.

Everyone close to their family was affected by the loss of their daughter. Sirius spun into a depression only slightly less daunting than Lily's. It took a lot of booze and a dose of Remus's well-thought out common sense to get him back to a place where he could function. Remus took the loss hard too, but he tried to focus his energy on making sure that everyone else was okay rather than dealing with his own grief.

Ginny and Luna just couldn't comprehend that their best friend wasn't coming home. As if to combat the loss of Callie, the two girls became even closer than ever, choosing to bring Neville Longbottom, whose only friend had been Callie, into their fold. The trio went on to forge a bond that would survive different houses and conflicting personalities.

And though his family slowly healed, some things never changed. Callie's room was kept exactly as it had been. The house elves continued to replace the fresh flowers in Callie's room as they always did, but they didn't seem to bloom the same. Even the flowers missed the beautiful little girl. Some people urged to have their daughter legally declared dead, but he and Lily refused. Even if they had wanted to, Arthur would never let them. Of everyone, he was the only one who believed Callie wasn't dead. "I would know," he stubbornly insisted every time someone brought it up.

"Prongs!" James looked up from the pile of paperwork he had forgotten. Sirius was standing in the doorway of his office. "We've got a lead on the Rostov case." James perked up. Four months ago, the DMLE got a tip that there was money laundering going on between Dominika Rostov and various confirmed Death Eaters. They had been unable to track the woman. It appeared she had various aliases, all of them leading to dead ends. Everyone seemed to know the notorious madam of Knockturn Alley, but none were willing to give up any information.

"Someone sent in a tip. Dominika Rostov's real name is Larisa Tretyakov. She runs a brothel in Knockturn. We looked into her background and found out she went to Durmstrang and was a close follower of Grindelwald. After he was defeated, she fled Eastern Europe. She managed to get a travel visa to Great Britain and never left. She has close ties to gang activity in Knockturn, and her client list includes a lot of people we'd like to see in Azkaban."

James sighed. "Moody want us to check it out?"

Sirius nodded, pretending that he didn't know what James had been thinking about so deeply a minute ago. "Sanders and Podmore will be providing backup."

James grinned faintly. "Then let's go!"


The two Aurors trekked through Knockturn Alley carefully. They were out of uniform, wands concealed in their hip holsters. Really, the entrance to the Alley was the roughest (and creepiest) part of it. The area in the middle was still seedy, brothels and gabbling shacks evident, but there were also some homes and small respectable businesses. They made their way through this area before stopping in front of what looked like an old hotel. Made of now faded bricks, vines worked their way around the building. The windows were dirty, and the paint on the door was chipped. A shoddily made sign hung in front of the door. Madame's was written in cursive.

Sirius knocked on the door. A girl, probably no older than thirteen, answered the door. She was dressed in a barely there, midriff bearing white tank top with a very tiny black leather skirt on. There was too much makeup on her face for someone her age and definitely too much red lipstick. "How may I help you?" the girl asked politely.

"We're here to see Madame," Sirius answered crisply, giving time for James to gain his bearings. As a father, it was harder for him to see children, especially girls (due to the daughter he had lost), in such a desperate situation. "We have business to settle with her."

"Madame is not here," the girl replied. "But you can come in and leave a message with Lady." She stepped aside, letting the men into the house. The inside was just as faded as the outside and dimly lit. The girl led them to what was probably once the check-in area. Though, James supposed, it was technically still a check in area if he had to guess. There was another girl, also dressed very provocatively, sitting at the desk. On the floor was a little girl, about four years old, playing with a stuffed bear.

Their guide spoke. "Lady, these men claim to have business with Madame."

Lady smiled. "Very well. I will take care of them. Can you please check on Colette while I do? I brought her some soup an hour ago, but she needs to take a couple of potions. Madame will be livid if she can't keep her appointments tomorrow." James and Sirius were both surprised by the soft, caring tone of this girl, but their guide only nodded and headed up the stairs, narrowly avoiding clients coming down.

Lady stepped away from the desk and into the light provided by a nearby window. "How may I help you?" It was then James gasped. An angular face complimented by elegant features and golden blonde hair woven into a flawless braid stared back at him. It was the eyes, however, that really caught him. Those glittering emerald green eyes were those of his wife, the ones she had shared with their daughter. Their missing daughter. At that moment, James knew. He knew had found Callie.