Neville found himself floating between a world of swirling greys and the darkness. He didn't like this new strange world for one his brain itched and nothing he did could stop it. He thought he might be going mad.

Finally in the middle of watching the grey swirls fluctuate they began to glow color seeped into his world and suddenly he stood in a nursery watching as a baby boy slept the room was tastefully decorated in shades of blue green and silver. The shelves were overflowing with items, learning toys, blocks, soft plush chest set, a toy broom stick, plus more. The Changing table was well stocked, and often used. The rocking chair sat by a large window overlooking some magnificent gardens if Neville did say so himself. The chair was covered in soft pillows and blankets.

He watched as the door creaked open, Neville felt his gut twist as he the mirror on the wall showed who was behind the door. The infant rolled over and stood up in his crib his little eyes watched the door attentively suddenly a face peaked in gasped in mock surprise. Neville wanted to grab the baby up before the mad woman could. "You are awake!"

The baby boy giggled and clapped. 'mamma." "mama up" "Now mamma" Wait what?

Laughing Bellatrix leaned in "Whose my good boy come on Caellum lets go find your papa." Wasn't this Bellatrix Lestrange the mad women who loved no one but her master, the woman who'd tortured his own parents into madness, robbed him of the love and affection that might have been bestowed by his parents.

While Neville had been lost in thought mother and son had moved off to another part of the home and brought him with them. They had left the main area and moved into, had this been a muggle house a garage. A man wearing only leather breaches and apron/tunic thing was beating on a hunk of metal. He sat his work aside when he heard the boy squeal for him.

Laughing and clapping his hand the baby was delightedly calling "Papa, Papa" "me, Papa, me" Rodolphus Lestrange pulled off his apron/tunic and used a towel to wipe off his brow, face and hands from soot. The man was ripped his muscles had muscles. The gaunt half man who'd escaped Azkaban was hardly a shadow of the one that stood before him now. Neville realized with a start, he had no dark mark.

"Really, Rod, must you continue this plebian hobby, of sword making!" Her voice was far too sweet and amused for this to be a true reprimand.

"Of course, what else would I do" Rodolphus laughed "I'd have all the spare time to annoy you, can you imagine!"

He adopted a strange smile and stalked forward suddenly lunging one wrapped around his wife's rear end the her waste bringing her and his son up too him as they all laughed. Bellatrix's laughing screams of "Put me down you overgrown brute." where ignored. "Brute I say, Brute!" her mouth met his and the baby made a noise disgruntlement

"Dop dat" "NO NO NO"

Both parents broke apart laughing as husband sat his wife back on her feet.

The world swirled back to gray only now a small orb like those in the department of mysteries was now laying on the floor with him. Not that Neville paid much attention to it. His mind of full of other thoughts. Who had shone him this and why, How was any of it real? What had happened to those two? How had they became the evil he new them to be? What had happened to their son surely he would have heard of another Lestrange. He was sure his gran had told him that the only Lestrange left outside of those formerly in Azkaban was a positively ancient man who'd holed himself up in Lestrange Hall, on some remote island somewhere. He floated in the gray for a time then just as before color began to seep around him as the world changed and brought him back to the Lestrange family minus Rodolphus. They were in a sitting room this time.

The fire place flared green a woman dressed conservatively stepped out, she was pretty and looked enough like Bellatrix to be siblings. Neville knew she couldn't be however because he had met Andromeda and Narcissa this woman didn't look to be either of them.

"Aunt Charis! You're here!" Bellatrix exclaimed "And did you not bring any of your own children?"

Charis smiled, hugged her niece, "I brought my youngest Aurora, she moved her shawl to show a tiny little girl underneath. "I would have brought my boys but they've both managed to catch a cold and didn't want your own little Caellum to catch it" Neville thought wasn't that a strange name 'kale um' that wasn't a traditional Lestrange name was it? Maybe Bellatrix had used a Black family name instead?

The women had moved on to the back of the room where a crib was set up and a bassinette beside it Caellum was in the Crib an little sleeping Aurora was placed into the bassinette. They then moved to sit on the love seat drinking tea and gossiping laughing at the antics of various family members. Little Caellum was studying baby Aurora with fascination.

"Well Bella I hear you have news?" Charis asked delight seeping into her voice.

"I do I'm pregnant again four months along, I'm hoping for a girl this time!"

Suddenly the fire place flared the wards fluctuated both women jumped up as several men and one woman flooded into the room flinging spells. The new woman threw a spell at Bellatrix knocking her out Charis cried no she's pregnant stop. The new woman threw a new curse at Bellatrix connecting with her stomach immediately blood flooded the floor around Mrs. Lestrange as the unborn baby was forcibly expelled from her body. Neville wanted to throw up, he screamed and shouted sure these people must be death eaters, despite their Auror get up their faces were obscured by their red hoods. Charis too was finally knocked out and the female auror let down her hood.

Neville shook his head in denial no it couldn't be just NO.

Alice Longbottom looked over to the others. "quick get what we came for and lets go. She pointed at the fire place let loose a spell, as one of men Grabbed the now crying babies and shoved them in a basket. She then pulled a phoenix feather from her pocket and all the men grabbed hold with her and were gone in a whoosh fire.

They reappeared in an office Neville was sure he'd never seen before despite recognizing the man behind the desk. Albus Dumbledore was waiting and smiled when he saw and heard the basket. Both babies were making quite the racket.

"GOOD!" Dumbledore smiled as they handed over the kids. "Well that is a small problem, We were only prepared for one I'm afraid I've no where to put the girl, one of you must take her" Dumbledore had picked up the boy and tuned around to lay him in a new basket in the back.

Neville had never seen so many people move so fast before Frank and Alice teleported out dropping a small ward stone to prevent the others from doing the same the last three a set of twins that vaguely reminded Neville of the Weasley's, and a man that looked like a much taller, brown eyed version of Harry promptly began a small quiet prank war the twins won, one gave a mighty shove the not a twin was propelled forward, the other twin glued the 'Harry lookalike' to the floor and bolted out the door.

"Oh James" Dumbledore exclaimed turning back around "Good of you to volunteer. The process will only take a moment" Dumbledore grabbed the strangest looking potion he'd ever seen took some of James blood added it to the bottle then fed the bottle to the baby chanting all the while. James never moved, just stood there rooted to the spot. "there you go by tomorrow morning you'll register as her third parent best of luck, what will you name her?"

James finally moved, his mouth began moving long before sound managed to get out what looked suspiciously like, my wife, "Hopeshedoesn'tkillme"

"Hope you said, my dear boy, that is a lovely name I didn't quiet catch the rest?, OH, I must go Mipsy see to young master Lestrange will you." Dumbledore than hurried out.

"Can Mipsy helps you?"

James embarrassed turned to the house elf "I've been magicked to the floor" Mipsy Helped free him. Neville stood numb as the world of grey returned, darkness followed.

Neville awoke to the grey abyss, as he was beginning to get accustomed to. The itch was back, which was bothersome but Neville was still mostly content. That is until he caught sight of two small colorful orbs, and remembered. His mother had murdered Bellatrix's unborn child and both his parents had participated in Kidnaping two children from loving homes.

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Who was he? Neville didn't know how long it had been since he'd started to view what he had long now suspected were his own memories. He'd not been sure at first then more and more had come Dumbledore and Augusta Longbottom talking over a baby Caellum and making him look like Frank and Alice, Dumbledore warning the process had been flawed that while people wouldn't remember that her grandson had died at only a few weeks old many had gossiped about the boy being a squib. Warning her that initial tests would show Frank as the baby's father but any deeper at all the ruse would be up.

Neville had then watched his own Childhood up to arriving in Diagon Alley to school shop for his sixth year. The pretty girl that reminded him of the old pictures of his great grandmother Callidora Longbottom, Augusta's mother in law whom Augusta had hated.

The world of gray or rather his own awakened mind, was now one of order and comfort it had changed around him as watched his life unfold. Neville had begun to employ what few Occlumancy technique's he new to help deal with it, and organize his mind accordingly. That pretty girl had baby Aurora's eyes and he couldn't be sure but he thought they might be one in the same. Had she done this? Had she wanted him to remember her? Maybe? Why? Was this real? He didn't know. It was with these questions running around his head that Neville opened his eyes and awoke to the real world.