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Halloween, 1981. That's when life threw a monkey wrench into Kazue's life and screwed her over for the first time. It was like any other Halloween, and yet, something felt...off. A sense of dread that had even the spirits on edge; making Godric's Hollow seem especially gloomy.
A certain small family was just finished with dinner. Lily was starting up the stairs to put her young daughter to bed when the wards over their quaint little cottage rattled and flickered dangerously. James turned to his young wife.
"Lily, take Kazzie and go! I'll hold him off!" Lily hesitated before the wards flickered completely out of existence, "Go now!"James bellowed.
Lily cast him a sorrowful look before fleeing up the stairs. As soon as she was out of sight, the front door slammed open.
"May Merlin have mercy on our souls."James murmured in prayer, gripping his wand, ready to duel to the death.
Lily ran into her daughter's room and sealed the door. It wouldn't hold for long, but it would be enough for what she was about to do. She smiled sadly, running a hand through her baby's dark hair.
"Mama loves you, baby."She said as she prepared a brush that she'd kept in the room, just in case something like this happened. Biting her thumb until it bled, Lily dipped the brush in her fresh blood and drew a flame rune on Kazue's tiny hand. Tears leaked from her eyes as she chanted an ancient spell, knowing her death would ultimately seal the protection.
Not seconds after the rune was drawn, the door slammed open, revealing Voldemort in all of his snake-like glory. He glided into the room and raised his wand toward the grief stricken woman.
"Stand aside, girl."He hissed.
"Not my baby! Please not my baby!"She begged. The dark lord wavered for a brief second before his gaze hardened.
"Stand aside."
"Not my only child! Take me instead!"Lily sobbed..
"So be it."He said coldly. Seconds later, a deadly green light erupted from his wand. Time slowed as it neared her. Lily's last thought was to the man who'd unknowingly given her such a beautiful child. A prayer for him to find Kazue and keep her safe.
'Jack…'
Then she was dead on the floor.
The dark lord stared at her lifeless body for a moment before almost robotically turning toward the little girl in the crib. She simply stared at him in innocent confusion.
"Go to Merlin, child. Avada Kedavera!"Again, the cold green light soared toward it's target. But instead of killing the child, the light was absorbed by the flame rune, then sent back at it's caster. The dark lord screeched in agony as his body fell to ash; a wraith-like spectre fleeing into the night.
Kazue was left alone in the house for almost an hour before someone found her. By then, the illusion her mother had cast over her on the very day of her birth had begun to unravel. A man dressed all in black entered the room slowly before falling to his knees before the body of her mother, weeping silently. A large man came through after him, saying nothing as he scooped Kazue up and left the home, flying away on an enchanted motorcycle that had been parked in front of the home.
"Ah, Hagrid! There you are! I was wondering when you would arrive. And I see you brought the child, as I asked."Dumbledore greeted after Hagrid landed. Kazue was handed to him with a smile.
"O'course, Perfesser! I couldn' leave the poor thing there!"Hagrid's voice boomed in the night, even as he spoke quietly.
"Thank you, Hagrid. Why don't you go back home now? I'll have tea with you later."Dumbledore laced a compulsion in his voice with this suggestion.
"A'right, Perfesser. I'll leave the lil one in yer hands then."At that, Hagrid climbed back onto the motorcycle and flew away. Once he was gone, Dumbledore's face changed drastically. A mischievous smirk was barely visible through his long white beard, his eyes glinting madly. He strolled silently up to number four Privet Drive and set the sleeping child down on the doorstep. He placed a letter in the folds of the blue baby blanket, then apparated away with a small pop.
Three years passed. By then, the glamor had completely worn away; revealing a petite child with medium brown hair and startling blue eyes. This did not particularly raise her guardian's favor of her. If anything, it only made them even more wary; or in Vernon Dursley's case, more violent. As soon as Kazue was able to walk stably, she was given chores; including, but not limited to cooking breakfast.
One morning, Dudley; Kazue's rather large cousin, decided to play a prank and tripped her as she retrieved plates to serve breakfast. Not only did the plates break, but the food burned as she was nursing slices in her hands. She was lashed as punishment.
Dudley got off scot-free.
Laying in the dark cupboard her relatives had been 'kind' enough to give her to reside in, Kazue tried not to whimper. Everything was sore. Her arm throbbed; laying at an odd angle and making it difficult to move. She could feel the hot blood running thick and sticky down her back; the scent of copper heavy in her nose. And as the darkness swallowed Kazue's consciousness, her magic, unbeknownst to the little witch, surged forth; reaching out, searching for one of the few magical signatures that remained familiar to her magical core.
Somewhere in Cyprus, a comatose man's untrained magical core responded, stirring his consciousness into a lazy motion. In an instinctual response, his magic linked his raised mind to the unconscious child's.
As Kazue floated through her unconscious mind-scape, the pain of her injuries a dull throb in the dark, she suddenly felt a warm presence in the dark there with her. Warm and comforting. When she located the presence, she was surprised to see a man bearing some resemblance to her. She studied him as he strode toward her, passive concern etched on his rugged features; Long medium brown hair tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, startling blue eyes and a scruffy goatee. He wore simple olive drab fatigues.
"What causes you such sorrow, child?"He asked, his head tilting a bit in his confusion. Kazue didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Auntie 'Tunia and Unca' Vern'n don't like me an' Dudders is a'ways mean to me. What did I do? Why dun they love me?"She finally responded. The man shook his head, having no answer for the child. Tears streaked down her cheeks silently as she stared up at him. He frowned ever so minutely before seeming to make a choice. He knelt down and opened his arms in a silent invitation. Overwhelmed, Kazue leaped into his arms and wept. He held her tightly, humming as one hand stroked her short hair.
As her emotions lost their wind, she began to drift into a peaceful sleep. As she snuggled deeper into the man's arms, she thought it strange how he was familiar, even when she'd never met him before. Kazue felt more at peace with this stranger than she had with the man her mother called her father.
Wait.
Could it be..?
No..
He couldn't be her father, could he?