Disclaimer: Aurora Clementine Badeau, Aberto Adriano Badeau, Alicia Doireann Badeau (nee Riddle), Timothy Durante Badeau, Alfred Cillian Badeau, Holly Caoimhe Badeau, Nicola Sorcha Badeau, Italia Isla Badeau, Thekla Sophia Badeau (nee Metaxas), Maximus Eligio Badeau, Alexander Fidel Badeau, Massimo Cillian Badeau, Dolores Maria Badeau (nee DaSilva), Gloria Boxington (nee Badeau), and Henry Boxington are © me lol I know, really long list of characters and yes, they're all related in some way. That'll be explained later. All of these names are authentic Spanish, Scottish, Italian, Irish, and Greek names (Thekla is the only pure Greek though). There are some names in here that I added but I'm not saying their mine because they don't play huge roles and I'm too lazy to go through the whole story again and type more names to this already long list (like Professor Markis, Nikita, etc…)

Pippa Lupin © my friend, Ashley

All other characters are © Jo Rowling (if you've seen the names in the original HP series)

Now…Enjoy. Please review!

Aurora sat next to Holly as she slept; she had been in and out of consciousness for the better half of the day and Aurora had been dividing her time up between watching and talking to Holly and spending some time with Sirius as Nicola remained in a coma. Nicola was in surgery now and Holly slept soundly again. The swelling in her face had gone down dramatically over the last week and a half but the Healers and Mediwizards/Mediwitches said that neither girl were ready to leave for another two weeks. Aurora had asked Professor McGonagall to watch after Italia for the time being and Minerva had agreed.

Aurora sighed and scanned the newspaper pages for a house for sale that was affordable. She was looking through the Wizarding Real Estate newspaper at the moment. She frowned whenever she found a good house but was disappointed when it was too expensive. Oh, Aurora wasn't broke, that was for damn sure. Her mother and brother Tim had left her all of their money in the unlikely chance that everyone before her had died or had become incapacitated. Sadly, those unlikely events had occurred and now she was sitting on a huge pile of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts.

And her father and grandparents had left her quite a bit of inheritance in the muggle world too. No, Aurora was very well off, she just didn't want to waste any of it. In the chance that she herself was killed, she needed the rest of the money to go to Holly, Nicola, and Italia. Sirius came back into the room and sat down next to her, handing her a hot mug of coffee. Aurora wrinkled her nose at it but desperately needed the caffeine so she took it and took a sip of the bitter coffee.

"Eck!" Sirius chuckled at her as she made a face. She continued to look for houses and nearly dropped her mug when she saw it. 'The perfect house!' She thought as she read about it. 'Two story house. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, large kitchen and dining room. Living room and Family room are large, both with fireplaces. Backyard is quite large; it's all grass but has a little section that is a vegetable garden and flowers surround the entire backyard and front yard. Front yard is smaller but still pretty spacious. Black wrought iron fence surrounds front yard but tall wooden fence encloses the backyard.'

"Sirius! It's perfect!" She cried softly as she leaned towards him, showing him the picture of the beautiful Victorian house. "Read it; it's absolutely perfect." He read it quickly and grinned up at her.

"It is and it's affordable," he answered. "And it's on Rowena Walk, not too far from Godric's Hollow; it's sure to be safe for you and the girls." She gave out a little, high pitched squeal and lunged at him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He laughed and hugged her back. Lily walked in and watched in confusion. James walked in behind her and looked happy.

"I think something good finally happened," he whispered to Lily and Lily slowly approached her friends.

"What's going on, Aurora?"

"I found it! I found the perfect house, Lil!" Aurora said to her, beaming as she pulled away from Sirius and handed Lily the ad. Lily read it and laughed happily. Aurora stood and Lily hugged her. The two girls giggled and cheered as they jumped up and down before a Healer came in and shushed them. When the Healer had walked out, the little group laughed together.

"What's going on?" Aurora turned to the voice and walked to Holly's bedside, smiling still. She held out the ad and let Holly read it. The young girl looked back up at Aurora and had hope written across her face. "Is that our new house?"

"Yes. I know you want to stay at the London house, but Voldemort knows where it is. It's not safe anymore," she explained to Holly. Holly nodded in understanding and handed the ad back to her. "I'm sorry, Holly."

"It's not your fault. It's his. Damn him!" Everyone became very quiet, smiles fading.

"Holly, watch your language."

"No! He's the one who betrayed us! He deserves to suffer! I hate him!" Holly shouted at Aurora. Aurora kneeled down and looked up at Holly in worried confusion.

"Who does, Holly?"

"Alfred."

"My Lord, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I did, Alfred. Remove your mask now," Voldemort ordered. Alfred reached up with his wand and removed said mask, his handsome face looking dark and shadowed by the firelight. "You've done very well, nephew."

Al bowed slightly, his face stony. "I'm happy to service you, my Lord."

"As you should be," Voldemort smiled at Al as he stood back up. Voldemort approached him, both arms behind his back. "How do you feel about your first kill, Alfred?"

"I am happy to have finally been initiated into the Knights of Walpurgis," he responded almost robotically. His uncle smirked at him and nodded as he turned away and walked a few steps from him. Alfred felt Nagini slither around his ankles and then over to her lord. She wasn't very big for a python; no longer than a yard and a half.

"I'm overjoyed about having you on my side, Alfred. You are a true part of our great family. I think you know what else I want of you, Alfred."

Alfred was quiet for a moment. He had been guilt ridden about giving his parents to Voldemort but wasn't so guilt ridden when he gave his uncle his grandparents. And he had actually taken pleasure in murdering his brother and sister-in-law. He was lucky that Rodolphus killed the boys and that Travers had tortured the girls. He couldn't do it. He knew he couldn't because they were all so young. And yes he knew what was about to be asked of him; his sisters, all four of them. He might be able to kill Aurora but Holly, Nicola, and Italia were a different story. Alfred stared at the floor, conflicted.

"Alfred?" At his uncle's voice, his head snapped up and he looked straight into Voldemort's cruel, cold eyes. "You know what I'm about to ask of you, yes?"

Alfred nodded, swallowing a little too hard. "You want my sisters killed."

"No. No, not killed, Alfred. I want them brought to me so I can kill your younger sisters right in front of Aurora. And then I'll let you have the honors of ending her life. If you don't bring them to me, Alfred, your little woman will suffer. What's her name again? Marlene McKinnon? Ah yes, Marlene," Voldemort went to his nephews side and draped one arm across Alfred's shoulders as he led Al over to the window to look out at cemetery that lay out behind the house; his grandparents' house, Alfred's great-grandparents' house. "You don't want anything to happen to her, correct?"

Alfred shook his head. "No, sir."

"Then bring me your sisters; all four of them," Voldemort squeezed the back of Alfred's neck hard and smirked when the young man winced. He let him go and put his hand back behind his back as Alfred left the room, calling on Lucius, Alecto, Amycus, and Fenrir.