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***WARINNG*** FemHarry Potter.

First chapter.

Expect soulmates, necromancy, dead people, rune magic, blood magic, Black Magick, Dark Magic, bad Dumbles, good Severus, different Voldy/Tom, and an oddly named child.

THIS IS HP/LV. HARRY AND TOM RIDDLE. FEM-HARRY. NO SLASH THIS TIME.

James Potter was a new father and he stood proudly within the best ritual room at Gringotts' Britain Branch. These were dangerous times and in their case, they were in danger. Their little daughter had been marked by a prophecy and the reigning Dark Lord of their day was going to come after her. She needed every amount of protection they could provide.

James' best mate, Sirius Orion Black, was still the heir to his family. Even though his mother had cast him from their ancestral home during their teen years, his grandfather hadn't disowned him and refused to cave to her demands of making her second son the heir. As heir, Sirius could invoke the Black Magick in his relatives' blood in order it to protect them.

James' little daughter was related to the Black family through her grandmother, James' mother Dorea. But Dorea was of a side branch in the Black family and her blood wouldn't be enough for Sirius to use as a protection. So, since they had already named Sirius as their daughter's godfather, they agreed to allow him to blood adopt her. By performing the ritual and having their precious daughter consume some of the blood of the main branch of the Black family, Sirius would be fully listed as one of her parents and she would be listed as his blood daughter. The direct connection between them would allow the Black Magick to protect his goddaughter.

Doing such a ritual on one's own was illegal. But the Goblins of Gringotts could be persuaded for a price. Also, Goblins greatly cared about children. Probably the only thing that they agreed with wizards about. Children were to be cherished and protected. Once the Goblins were informed of why they needed to do the ritual, they were much more agreeable. The Head of the Britain Branch had even decided to oversee the process, to ensure the best of magicks were involved.

So James met Sirius at Gringotts in secrecy on the night of Samhain. He'd never been a practitioner of Dark Magic, but even he knew that Blood Magick was listed as Dark and would be strongest if performed on the most powerful night of the year. Invoking the dead to come and give their blessings to their purpose, would be beneficial to his daughter and he'd do anything. Even use Dark Magic.

His wife Lily, would be coming along soon. He'd given her his Invisibility Cloak to protect her and their daughter. The Cloak was special. He knew it. It was an antique that had been passed down the Potter family for centuries. It wasn't a normal Invisibility Cloak. It didn't wear and it covered magical signatures completely. It was the very best protection they had at present, but the Cloak couldn't be worn all the time and they needed something stronger, that could be used all the time.

Sirius was excited, despite the somber mood in the air. The chosen Goblins that were to take part in the ritual were very serious in expression. The fact that three Light beings were willing to use Dark Magic in order to protect someone so important to them, had gained them some respect.

Ragnok, the Head of the Britain Branch, was setting up the dais in which James' daughter would be placed. It was an intricately carved piece of gold, with swirling designs filled with pure silver. There was a small dip in the center in which a body was to be placed. The chamber where the ritual was to take place, was cave like, with walls covered in various glittering gems that filled the room with a rainbow of colors. They were there to enhance the power of the magicks in the room, according to Head Ragnok. To ensure the most powerful effects of the ritual.

The double doors opened and Lily quickly strode into the room, flanked by four Goblin warriors, each holding a large sword. She proceeded on when they stopped to close and seal the door shut, her wild flame like hair flying around her. Around her thin shoulders was the Invisibility Cloak and clutched tightly in her arms, was a small bundle. Their little bundle of joy.

Lily greeted him with a kiss and gave Sirius a small side hug, refusing to give up her child in order to use both arms. Sirius patted her head and smiled charmingly, trying to alleviate the tension and worries radiating from her. So here they stood together, waiting to begin the ritual.

Ragnok looked up and said, "It is time."

The three looked up as well, seeing the large, black stalactite that hung from the ceiling, glow.

"It is channeling the moon's magic," Ragnok supplied for their confusion. "Best to make the use of what we can tonight. Place the Chosen One on the dais and stand back."

Lily took a deep breath in order to calm herself. She squared her shoulders and nodded stiffly. James allowed her to move away from him in order to place their daughter on the raised platform. Her small body fit in the dip easily. She did not awaken, gratefully.

The glowing white tip of the stalactite become brighter and a beam of white light burst forth, bathing the little witch in ethereal luminescence. Lily backed away and came to stand beside her husband. Sirius took up post on James' other side and the three stood by, waiting for the following instructions.

Ragnok nodded to himself and held up a golden chalice. "Gold is to represent absolute perfection. It is unchanging, eternal, and perfect. Gold promotes longevity, vitality, radiance, purity, wisdom, clarity, virtue, and Lightness. To enhance the powers of the ancient blood that shall be used, the Goblins of Gringotts offer our most cherished creation. The Chalice of Vitia, forged by the very first Goblins, eons ago."

Another Goblin approached, holding a very finely carved silver dagger. The blade wasn't so long, but the handle was the most prominent part of it. The designs showed flowers, carved so meticulously that the lilies looked real, even though they weren't colored. It was a beautiful piece of artwork.

Ragnok spoke again, taking the dagger from the Goblin.

"Silver is the symbol of femininity, strength, purity, focus, singleness of purpose, and the moon. To further along the witch magic and strengthen the moon magic, the Goblins of Gringotts offer our most famous weapon, Luna, which was forged by Targlok the Terrible as a courting gift for his wife."

Ragnok presented the dagger, handle first, to Sirius. "Please cut your hand and fill the Chalice."

Sirius carefully accepted it and did as ordered. Ragnok gestured to James, telling him to take the dagger as well. James and Lily eventually added their blood to the golden chalice. The similar cuts on their hands all glowed red until the wounds healed before their eyes.

Ragnok had already taken the dagger and the chalice up to the dais. He knelt in front of their daughter and placed the chalice to his right and the dagger to his left. A large tome levitated its way over to him and her proceeded to speak in Gobbledegook, his raspy language flowing through the air.

The magic around them rose with the litany of foreign words. The most magic they'd ever felt gathered in one place, swirling around them, making goose-flesh pop up around their skin. Lily's hair was swaying in an invisible breeze, the magic playing with it.

Ragnok continued his chanting, making the chalice glow under the light of the moon. He lifted the ancient object and and bowed his head.

Lily wrapped her arms around James' waist when she saw Ragnok dipping his fingers in the blood and placing a hand over their daughters head, smearing a Rune into her forehead. Sowilo. A prediction and plea for success in the ritual. The symbol glowed bright red on the small, pale-skinned forehead. The plea had been recognized.

Their daughter was awoken during the process and the three waited with baited breath. They thought she would begin crying, but were pleasantly surprised when she simply stared at Ragnok.

The Head Goblin had froze in place and they all understood why. Their little girl had been blessed with amazing eyes. A color that no living being had ever possessed. Eyes the color of the killing curse, piercing everyone they saw. It was enough to make some lose their breath in shock.

Ragnok was quick to continue the ritual, placing a gnarled finger on the little witch's mouth and saying something in the language they didn't understand. The child's mouth parted instantly, but instead of screaming, she simply poked her little, pink tongue out. Ragnok nodded encouragingly.

Lily had to looked away when Ragnok made a small cut on her daughter's tongue with the silver dagger. She didn't like the thought of causing her precious child any sort of pain or discomfort. There was no crying though. No sounds of a struggle. She glanced up to see Ragnok coaxing her daughter to drink what was inside the chalice and her beautiful little girl was doing just that without raising issue.

Ragnok backed away and continued his chanting, allowing the moonlight to cover the little one fully. Avada Kedavra eyes looked up to the bright light above them, glowing with the intensity of the mounting magicks.

The air distorted with the pure energy and power. James wondered if people outside the bank could feel the ritual.

The gemstone on the walls were now glowing and it seemed as if the very air was shimmering. Silvery, transparent figures waded into view around the vast room. The three magicals stood in shock as various spectres solidified around them, facing the dais.

A loud hum filled the silence and the ghostly guests added their own chanting to Ragnok's. Lily gasped, holding a hand to her chest. James was faring no better than she was. Sirius looked to be struggling to stand, but he held himself up through sheer force of will power. James and Lily leaned onto each other in order to stay upright.

A blinding white light filled the room and the three closed their eyes at the mere majesty of it. Unparalleled pure magic surrounding them. It was stifling and yet lightening all at once.

When the light faded, the spectres were gone and the air was clear once more. The magic died down slowly.

Ragnok nodded and removed himself from the dais, taking the chalice and the dagger with him.

"She has much power of her own. It is rather incredible."

Before Lily could go an pick up her daughter, a spike in power had them all snapping toward the little bundle in worry. They watched in morbid curiosity as their daughter's pale skin turned black instantly, pure darkness. Sirius' breath left him in a rush and Ragnok gasped.

"What is happening?" Lily asked, moving to rush forward.

Sirius caught her about the waist before she could and she fought against him, demanding to be let loose.

"Lily! Listen to me, please?! You can't touch her!"

"Why not?!"

"It has something to do with my blood. The Black Blood. It's an old bloodline curse that hasn't been seen since the muggle Bubonic Plague left Europe all those years ago."

James looked at his best mate in horror, "A bloodline curse?"

Sirius nodded, "It's known as the Mors Atra, so named after the muggle Bubonic Plague, though the effects are different. In many ways it is a curse, but it is also a blessing. No one can touch their skin to hers, or else she'll absorb their life essence and powers as her own. However, only her soulmate can touch her without dying at the contact. Once she binds herself to her soulmate the curse will break and she'll be able to touch others again."

Lily went limp in his hold. "My baby cannot be touched and if she does touch someone, they will die and she'll take on their powers and abilities?"

"Yes. This curse though, does single out her soulmate for her, ensuring that she will meet them. The reason my family members always married each other was because they were soulmates, not because they decided that incest was the best course of action. To break the curse, they had to bind to their soulmates."

James sighed, looking to their daughter, whose skin had bled back to the pale creaminess that it was born as. "How can we care for her, if we cannot touch her?"

Ragnok took over Sirius' explanation and said, "Very carefully. We possess come strong gloves that you could use. You'll have to be very careful however. This hasn't occurred in over five centuries."

"I can't even kiss my baby anymore?" Lily asked, voice low in sadness.

"I'm sorry Lils, but it seems that way. Unless you can make it quick. The contact cannot be long, else she'll suck out your life and magic."

James stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his wife. "We'll get through this. This is a small price to pay to make sure she is safe. We can get though this. We can do anything."

Ragnok snapped his gnarled fingers and three pairs of gloves appeared in his other palm. "You may keep them. You will need them."

"Thank you, Ragnok," Lily smiled softly, slipping them on. She then collected their daughter from the dais and sighed as those Avada eyes looked up at her trustingly. She couldn't help but shed a tear, knowing that her daughter would suffer in future years, being unable to touch others. To touch her friends.

She hoped that this wouldn't harm her in the end.

Pure black curls were pushed aside gently as James and Sirius approached, staring down at their daughter.

Lily took a deep breath and looked at her beautiful baby through the bars of her cot. Avada eyes shone knowingly and she knew her daughter could understand her.

"We love you so much, darling. We will always be with you."

The nursery door splintered as the spell blasted it off it's hinges. Lily was on her feet, back facing her daughter. She looked the red eyed man in the eye, refusing to show any fear in the face of her death.

She had this one chance to add the final protection to her baby. Her magic snapped outward threateningly. She reigned it in and pushed it behind her, wrapping it around her daughter, envisioning as many protective Runes that she knew. Her final act of Blood Magick would protect her daughter from any who wished to do her any harm. She refused to allow the Dark Magic to control her. She was the one in control here. She wouldn't let her sacrifice be in vain. Her baby would be safe.

"Step aside," the breathy voice demanded.

"No."

Crimson orbs glowed at the challenge, "Don't be foolish. You do not need to die."

"No. Leave her be, kill me instead."

"You have one more chance young one. Stand aside, or die."

"Then I shall die," Lily answered with finality, magic tightening around her daughter.

"So be it."

The green light of death shot forth. Lily wasn't afraid. She'd looked the color of death in the eye every day for the last fifteen months. She saw it as a comfort now. Not something to fear.

Her body was hit and she collapsed.

Lily looked around and then down, seeing her body lying so still on the floor of the nursery. Her body was silvery and transparent. She was a ghost. Beside her, stood James, also shimmering as a spectre. Of course. It was Samhain. The night the Veil was weak. The anniversary of their ritual.

Voldemort stepped closer to the cot and stared down at the one prophesied to defeat him. She looked up at him silently.

Lily and James placed their transparent forms beside their daughter, drawing upon their magic that filled her with their blood. Their combined protection shined in her eyes, making them glow like Death.

The Dark Lord raised his wand, "If only you hadn't been a threat to my existence."

The curse of death fell from his lip and the green light hit the protective barrier Lily and James had invoked. It rebounded and slammed into the chest of the Dark Lord. The man was instantly removed from the property. The only things remaining, were his wand and his black robes, which fell to the floor.

Lily sighed in relief and she and James looked to their daughter, gaping when the Rune of Sowilo stood out on her brow, glowing a bright red.

The two parent shared a look of wonder.

There was a noise out in the hall and both turned to perceive the newest possible threat. Someone unexpected stumbled into the room, looking at the floor in horror. At Lily's dead body.

Severus Snape clapped a hand to his mouth, tears beginning to fall down his face,

Lily was astonished. She thought Severus didn't care anymore. Ever since their friendship had been broken due to both of their ridiculous childishness, they had spoken naught a word to each other. And yet there her old friend was, kneeling on the floor and pulling her dead body up, trying in vain see if she was alive. And he was crying for her.

A glance at James showed his confusion. He would never understand.

Severus knelt there, crying over the death of his once friend and Lily could feel a ghostly tear fall from her eye. He still cared.

Another noise came from the hall and Sirius ran into the room, wand brandished threateningly. He froze upon seeing Severus kneeling there, clutching Lily's fallen body. His stormy grey eyes looked to the little one in the cot and he reached into his pocket, fetching his gloves and slipping them on.

"Snape, how did you get here?"

Severus pulled himself together and simply said, "Pettigrew."

"That piece of shite! I'll kill him!"

"He informed the entire meeting of Death Eaters of the Potter's movements and the Dark Lord insisted upon going alone, but I couldn't just…"

Sirius nodded, seeming to accept his old school nemesis' words. He turned and said, "Accio gloves!"

They came flying into the room and smacked into his hands. "Snape, come here."

Severus frowned, but placed Lily's body down gently. "What?"

"Put these on."

Tossing the gloves at the Potions Master, he turned and picked the little girl up from her cot and held her out to Severus who had slipped the gloves on.

Lily sighed at the disgusted looked on Severus' face.

"Hold her!" Sirius insisted.

Severus reached out on reflex and plucked the child from Sirius' hands, holding her away from his body. "What do I do with it."

"She isn't an 'it', Snape. That is Lily's daughter you know."

"What to I do with her?" Severus amended, frowning down at the child in his hands. "I don't even hold my own godson. I'm not good with children, Black."

"I'm going to take Peter down and bring him in for questioning. I need you to watch her for me until I come back. Take her to Hogwarts if you have to. Keep her safe. And don't let your skin touch hers. She suffers the bloodline curse of the Black family and will kill you is you touch her skin. Keep those gloves on."

Severus wasn't given a chance to answer as Sirius patted their daughter's head and ran from the room.

Severus stared down at the baby and frowned. He gave a sigh, "I should probably get you somewhere safe, I guess."

Severus reached into the cot and grabbed the small blanket, wrapping around their daughter gently. He looked down at Lily's fallen body and sighed.

Severus left the room quickly, Lily and James following him out into the yard, where they were shocked to see Hagrid of all people.

"Professor Dumbledore told me told me to bring her to him."

"Black told me to protect Lily's daughter until he returns with Pettigrew," Severus sneered, stepping back.

"Professor Dumbledore said to bring her no matter what," the half-Giant said, looking stern.

"Dumbledore isn't her guardian. Black is. He has no business to take her from anywhere, Rubeus. If he does, this will be considered kidnapping and I will report him to the Ministry."

Lily and James gaped in shock when Hagrid hit Severus with a stunner, his pink umbrella still held aloft, even as Severus fell to the ground, luckily still holding their daughter safely.

Hagrid's large gloved hand picked their daughter up an he turned away, leaving Severus laying in their yard.

James turned to Lily and hissed, "How dare Albus do this!"

"Where is he taking my baby? James, we have to follow him."

As the two made to float away, Lily paused to bend down and kiss Severus' brow, murmuring a 'thank you' in his ear.

She and James caught up with Hagrid, who used Sirius' discarded motorcycle to leave.

Lily was beyond horrified when she and James witnessed their daughter being left on a cold doorstep in the early of the morning on November first, with not even a warming charm. Albus Dumbledore leaving their precious little bundle with only a note to Lily's sister Petunia. And no matter how much Minerva demanded to take her back to Hogwarts, the old wizard wouldn't have it.

Lily and James sat on the doorstep on either side of their daughter, using whatever power their spirits had in order to remain by her side until Petunia awoke and found her.

Lily was angry. Why had Albus done this? Why?

Petunia was not a good choice of guardian.

She looked down at her daughter and sighed. Her life would now be a thousand times harder with her curse. Now that she was stuck with muggles.

The two dead parents guarded their daughter through the night, not knowing that throughout the magical world, people were celebrating their daughter's name, hailing her as a great hero who defeated the greatest Dark Lord to ever exist.

And the little girl did not stir once as she slept.

Little Morticia Tangere Potter-Black slept on, free of the worries of the world as her Rune scar glowed red in the dark of the night.

A/N: First chapter is done!

Sowilo- Rune of the sun. Means 'Success'. The curse scar is the Rune, Sowilo.

Morticia- yes, it is from the Addams Family. Lily liked to watch it when she was young. Mort is Latin for Death. It fits the name. Pronounce Morticia(More-tee-see-ah).

Tangere- Latin for Touch.

Morticia Tangere- means 'Deadly Touch'.

The bloodline curse is called Mors Atra, which was the Latin name of the Bubonic Plague. It mean Black Death. Only the soulmate can touch them without dying and losing their magic. Once they bond, the curse will break and Morticia will be able to touch people.

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