Summary: With his newborn son left on his doorstep and the woman he loves Merlin knows where, Harry is broken when Daphne Greengrass abandons him and their son to live her own life. Seeing her friend's state of mind and knowing he needs to get out of England, Livia Malfoy packs their bags and takes the Potters to a family home in New Orleans, Louisiana. There she meets someone who's just as broken as Harry, and might need more help than he does when picking up the pieces.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Dark-Hunters, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Sherrilyn Kenyon

Livia Malfoy was pissed. No, she was beyond pissed. She was bloody furious. She couldn't believe that bitch had given Harry so much hope for a family, only to leave him when the babe was born. Now she had a crying toddler in a bassinet in the corner of her room, a broken Harry Potter sleeping on her bed after having to force a calming draught down his throat, and the bullish Molly Weasley in her fireplace. She also had to finish packing, because there was no way in hell she was going to risk Harry running into her when he went out. They were moving. Today. She already had a house picked out.

"So you're leaving him to?" the Weasley Shrew demanded. Livia turned on her with a snarl.

"No, you nosy, smothering, nagging, interfering bint! We're moving! Leaving England and the wizarding world altogether! Now get out of my fire so I can finish packing our things, you insufferable shrew!" she spat, closing the Floo connection before the red head had a chance to respond. Sighing as her anger left her, she waved her wand, allowing their things to pack themselves. Her eyes landing once more on her best friend's sleeping form, she swore that if she ever saw Greengrass again, she'd make her wish she'd killed her. Hearing the baby cry again, she hurried to the bassinet to pick her up.

"Shh, Lily, shh, it'll be okay. Daddy'll wake up soon. Shh, baby, Auntie Liv's got you."

Livia – no that isn't short for Olivia – Tanaquil Malfoy was (literally) the only Malfoy ever born without the family's platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes, her hair a light mahogany and her eyes a warm honey instead. This was probably due to the fact that her mother had been a muggleborn surrogate, whom the Malfoys had hired when they discovered that Narcissa was unable to bear anymore children after Draco. Narcissa and her son had hated Livia from her birth, fearing that she would steal Draco's inheritance from him. Lucius, however, was absolutely smitten with his daughter. He treated her like the little princess she was. Then she'd gone to Hogwarts a year after her brother and befriend Harry Potter, also being the only Malfoy to have ever been Sorted into Gryffindor. She had, unfortunately, run off the muggleborn Granger when she began joining Harry on his adventures. Apparently the know-it-all had been under the impression that she and Ronald Weasley were the only friends Harry needed. Harry had put that thought process to a halt when he'd found the bushy haired girl trying to threaten the younger away from him. Now, nearly four years later, Livia was still there. She still stood beside Harry. Ron did too, of course, but even the rash ginger admitted that he couldn't support Harry emotionally the way she did. And she was currently rocking a very fussy Lily Daphne Potter to sleep. Smiling adoringly as her goddaughter finally calmed, she gently placed her back in the bassinet. Now she had to find out what the hell a "Were-Hunter" was and she would be golden.