After a mere infant called Harry Potter supposedly defeated the Dark Lord, his Death Eaters were on a rampage. Everyone and anyone who knew their status with the Dark Lord were recruited, or worse, killed. This was the case for many a wizarding families, and many went underground to hide their status with the Order of the Phoenix. Many people knew of the lighting shaped scar on the forehead of Harry Potter, but there were many unknown to the wizarding world other than him. Two families shared the same fate by the same hand, and their children, along with Harry Potter, unknowingly lived intertwined lives since that day. The Genesse and Truevale families shared very similar fate, except for one small fact. When the Death Eaters invaded the Genesse house, they thought that only a father was there, and killed him, but the child's mother was away, doing a job overseas. Needless to say they killed the child's father, but they didn't do anything to the child, except for her mark.
"Let's take a leaf out of the Dark Lord's book. Do him honor!" a cold voice said form underneath a black hood.
A wand was aimed directly at the baby's shoulder blade, and the baby cried, the pain was too much for such a small child. A grey colour ran down from her shoulder blade, down her back and spread out like a burst firework. It settled all the way from her shoulder blade to her hips. It was permanent, and never to been seen by anyone other than her mother and closest friend. The Death Eaters left, leaving the tiny baby alone in her cot. No one was there to care for her, and she cried. She must've been crying for hours, but then there was a pop noise, which startled the little girl into temporary silence. An old grey man, with light blue eyes and a kind face, walked up to her crib. There was a woman behind him, fairly young with her hair in a tight bun, holding another child.
"These poor children, Albus. Living a parentless life is no life for a child, they're even younger than Potter." the witch shook her head, and cradled the baby she was holding tighter to her chest.
"It will undoubtedly make them stronger in the end, Minerva. But this one is not alone." The witch looked startled, thinking that everyone else that was in the house was dead.
"But Albus, her father is dead. And her mother…her mother must've perished…"
"Her mother was away by my orders. We will take her child and the Truevale's child to her now. It was the Truevale's last wish that Aurora raise their child." Dumbledore nodded and took the small child in his arms and saw the mark on her shoulder that went down her back.
"Wise beyond words, the power of the wizarding world in her veins." Dumbledore looked down into the precious blue eyes looking up at him in wonder.
"Everything will be all right Amera. You will see your mother again soon." Dumbledore looked at Minerva, and nodded his head.
"Sidelong Apparition. I'm the only one who knows where Aurora is."
Minerva gripped Albus' arm tightly and with another pop, they were gone.