It's quite ironic how the most feared person in Wizarding Britian was once an innocent babe, born under the strongest love potion, Amortentia. An innocent babe being born under such a potent love potion, is no surprise if the babe grows viod of any strong emotions as they grow up. They can learn to feel emotions but it will go as artifically as it came.

Merope Guant was a foolish lady, marrying a muggle for his appearance, dosing the incompetent man with Amortentia and making love with said man, which created a babe whom became a pantomath, became Grindelwald's protege, who seeked more knowledge than a normal man can hold, as he once said, drilled into the heads of many whom have heard him say it more than one can celebrate their own birthday, "there is no good or evil, there is only power and those to weak to seek it."

That winters night was when Wizarding Britian would come to its fall, and it would come to its fall hard with a dark lord and his protege.

~ New beginning ~

It was a summers morning when a new born babe's first cry broke through the infirmary doors. A beautiful women, with the gingerest of hair lay, sweat gleaming on her forehead as a smile of content was on her lips. There in her arms was a new born babe, tuffs of ebony hair could be seen as the babe's cry's ceased to soft hiccups. The babe's eyes fluttered open, revealing incisive emeralds eyes which help a spark of curiosity as it gazed upon the four people within the infirmary.

"Our beautiful baby girl James." The ginger haired women whispered as her hands softly caressed the unblemished skin of the baby girl. The so called James had a goofy yet pleased smile on his face as he turned towards the man with shoulder length hair and actuse grey eyes, "You hear that Padfoot, I'm a father." Padfoot let out a bark of laughter which would have scared any sane person but suited him perfectly as he clapped James on the back.

"I would like to call you and Padfoot my daughters godfathers." The lady smiled as she looked at a man with more scars than a man who fought in a battle, his eyes held pain and knowledge, despite his shaggy appearance, his aura was one of comfort and longing, but a longing for what? A strained smile made its way onto his eyes, but his eyes sparked with happiness as he answered the Ginger lady, "We would be honored, specially I as I get to have a cub of my own in everything except blood." Lily smiled as she silently help up her arms for the man to hold her daughter.

Carefully taking the new born babe in his arms, incisive emerald eyes clashes with warm chocolate eyes as the babe raised her hand and touched the mans cheek in what seemed to be a caresses. "My cub." The man breathed out as he nuzzled the babe close to him, his smile no longer strained as he marked her as his cup.

"What do you think we should name her?" James said after everyone had taken turns in holding the little girl."

"I am rather fond of the name Anastasia Roselyn Potter." Padfoot spoke up. He recived a hord of laughter from the group.

"What brought up that name?" Lily said. The so called padfoot shrugged his shoulders as he replied back. "It seems right and natrually suits her." A grin broke out on James face as he stared at his child. With a fond smile he once again spoke up, "Welcome to the world Anastasia Roselyn Potter."

Little did they know that their precious child would grow to be a wirlwind of catastrophe.

A/N kinda short I know, but this is like a introduction. plz review and tell me what you think, this is my 1st time writing on here. Update will be twice a week.

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Ria~