A/N: Please feel free to point out any spelling and grammar mistakes and don't be afraid to review. Believe it or not I'm not a Basilisk or a child of Aragog, and therefore I do not bite.

The sound of rain could be heard hitting against the beautiful glass windows of the Dumbledore mansion. The small family sat close together on a coach in front of the fire. They were awaiting news from the ministry about the rumours that were going around, they needed to know whether they were true. No matter how much they wanted to ignore and not believe them.

The fire cast an eerie glow over the anxious faces of the young child's parents. Albus Dumbledore was an intelligent man and an inspiration to many, including the minister of magic himself, and run the best school of magic in the United Kingdom. Minerva McGonagall, his wife of many years and professor of Hogwarts, was sat within her husband's arms. She was holding their only child, a small infant of 4 months, who was fast asleep. Minerva held her close and tight, the thought of losing or having to leave her child upset her. A small tear rolled silently down her cheek, she wiped it away before it could fall onto her precious child. The tear had not gone unnoticed by Albus, who upon seeing it had pulled Minerva closer to him as best he could without squashing the child.

The rumour that they were so worried about was one about the dark lord. It was rumoured that he who must not be named had decided he, so to speak, didn't like the idea of a descendant of Dumbledore. It was said that he had made plans to take away Albus and Minerva's small child from them as soon as he could. He had targeted their small child out of fear. A fear of being overpowered by not only this child, but another as well.

The popping sound that came as the flames of the fire changed to a bright green, made Albus stand and greet the man who had just emerged from their fireplace. The man was short and dressed in a neat black robe and pinstriped suit, he was clearly dressed for business. His face was pale despite the warmth of the room and his expression was solemn.

"It is as we feared Albus….The rumours….they're true." The minster of magic spoke quietly, in what was almost a whisper. The minister couldn't bring himself to look into Dumbledore or Minerva's eyes, instead looking at the peaceful child.

The words brought new found tears to Minerva eyes and Albus had to hold back his own, trying to remain strong for his wife. They all looked to the small infant who lay peacefully asleep in her mother's arms. After a minute of silence the minister nodded sadly to the family and left the mansion with a 'pop!' as he apperated away to the ministry.

Albus approached the coach and wrapped his arms around his wife and child gently pulling them from the cushioned seat.

"Come Minerva we must do what is best."

Tears fell from his eyes as he looked into his wife's own watery eyes. Silently he led the way down the corridor where they would prepare to leave for Remus Lupin's cottage, the man was a good friend of theirs.

~*At Remus's Cottage*~

"Are you sure? I mean, what if something bad happens?" Remus said in protest against the idea.

"There is no one else she can go to, you are her godfather after all." Minerva pleaded.

Remus looked beaten, defeated and tired. He wanted to look after her for them. He really did. He just wasn't sure about what would happen at full moons, with his 'condition' it wasn't possible to look after a small child of her age at those times. As if he was reading his mind, which Remus wouldn't be surprised if he was, Dumbledore said,

"She can go to the Weasley's. They are good people and have children of their own." Albus reasoned.

Remus hesitated a moment longer. He couldn't just say no, not when his friends needed him so desperately.

"Then yes, of course I would look after her." Remus said to them. "I just wish that it wasn't like this." He added sadly.

"We all do." Minerva said quietly and bent her head to kiss her child goodbye, she passed her to Albus who did the same. She looked so small in his arms.

Tears fell silently from their eyes as they left the small infant with Remus. Within hours their worse fear had come true and it was happening to them right now. They knew that sending her to Remus was the best option they had, it was the safest one for her after all.

It was decided that the child would live with Remus until the wizarding war was over. She would have her first and middle name but would be going by the surname Lupin. They had decided that the child should be hidden from the dark lord, the best way to do that had been to send her to Remus the child's godfather.

~* 1 years later from that night*~

The window that was left open from the men's break-in swung back and forth, tapping gently against the seal of the window in the night's gentle breeze. The men had not taken what you would expect them to take, they had stolen something much more valuable.

Earlier that day Remus had found out that two of his best friends had died in an attack, their child taken to relatives in an unknown place. Another friend had been placed in Azkaban, the wizarding prison, just hours after this, for the murder of one of their friends and several other muggles. All in all today had been the worst day Remus had had in a while.

He had been trying to sleep but a nagging feeling simply would not let him, so instead he had settled for reflecting on the day's events. He run a hand over his face feeling exhausted from having a troublesome almost-toddler on his hands. She pushed his patience to the limits sometimes, listening to him tell her not to do something for her to do it anyway. This usually consisted of her touching or picking things up that she shouldn't. It was draining to have to say the same thing over and over again. Not being able to lay there any more he stood up and decided to check on said troublesome toddler.

As he walked down the hallway towards her door the nagging feeling he had earlier grew. He could sense that something wasn't right, usually you could hear her shuffling and moving in her sleep. Tonight there was nothing. No sound was being made from behind the closed door. He hurried to the door and opened it quickly and looked to the cot. His eyes widened in horror as he saw it was empty.

He ran to the cot and leaned his hands against it. However this did not make her appear like Remus was hoping it would. The gentle tapping and moving curtains caught his attention from the corner of his eye. He ran to the open window and looked out. Tears were falling from his eyes as he realised she really was gone. He collapsed against the window ledge using it for support as he cried.

How was he supposed to tell Minerva and Albus about what had happened? Surely they would be furious. They had trusted him with their only child and he had lost her.

He got back up to look out the window again only to be faced with something he had not expected. He turned pale in the small amount of light that was being given from the sign of death itself. The giant skull with a snake protruding from its mouth loomed eerily just outside. Signalling that he who must not be named had found her.

He ran from the room and to the fireplace, where he made a call to Dumbledore mansion staying where he was.

What was he going to say? How could he explain this?