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AN: In this story, the Potters are still alive, but in comas for a few years. They wake up while Dorea is eight and eventually have more kids. The updates will be (hopefully) once a week. I don't have a specific day. I hope you enjoy!

It was Dorea's first Halloween, as well as being a week after the Potter's went into hiding. Sirius Black was due to check on them in about an hour to (no doubt) steal her candy from the few neighbors they had visited before retreating back to the house. James was making different colored bubbles to entertain Dorea while his wife, Lily, taking wizarding pictures. A few moments later, the door was blown down, The Dark Lord - You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named - making his way in.

"Lily, take Dorea and run! I'll hold him off!" James yelled to his wife, realizing too late that he had forgotten his wand on the couch. He was promptly thrown against a wall, knocked unconscious. Voldemort made his way slowly up the stairs. He knocked Lily aside without listening to her pleas to leave her daughter alone. He looked the girl in the eyes and cast the last spell he would for 10 years.

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Voldemort had left his most faithful followers outside the cottage to wait for him. Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband, Rodolphus, her brother-in-law, Rabastian, and her cousin, Regulus, all rushed into the house when the roof was blown up in a haze of green light. They found their Lord dead beside the crib. Bellatrix decided to take in the little girl with blood dripping from a lightning bolt scar on her forehead in as her own, to raise her to serve The Dark Lord when he no doubt came back.

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Thirteen years later...

"Mum! We have to go to the match! I have to beat Draco in a bet," Dorea whined.

"I thought you didn't like Quidditch," her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, responded, not looking up from her work.

"I don't. But it's been forever since we saw Aunt Cissa, Uncle Luci, and Draco! I need to win a bet to take him down a few notches. He's gotten cocky since we left because I'm not there to keep him humble! And he has a new kitten that Padfoot would get along with perfectly!" the fourteen year old told her matter of factly.

Rodolphus chuckled at his adopted daughter's nickname for his brother-in-law. "You know Lucius won't like that nickname, right, Dora?" he asked, leaning against the doorway of his wife's office, at the same time Bellatrix muttered, "Who in their right mind would name a cat 'Padfoot'?" with an exasperated sigh, finally looking at the emerald-eyed girl.

"Well, Mother, I am your daughter."

The implication was not lost on either adult. Bellatrix drew in a mock surprised breath. Feigning offence, she asked the girl, "Whatever could you mean?"

Dorea giggled. "Oh, nothing, of course. You'd surely know if it meant anything. Now, I'm going to go pack for the Quidditch World Cup. See ya!" she called over her shoulder as she made her way to her room.

"Do you think we should go? I mean, there will be Aurors there. Despite the fact that we were declared innocent, Sirius still looking for her. And with her name staying the same..." Bellatrix trailed off.

"He shouldn't be," Rodolphus told his wife. "The Potters were in comas. Dumbledore was going to leave her with those Muggles. If Sirius had cared, he would have tried to take her rather than let that meddling old man put her with those monsters. We will keep her safe. She'll be with Draco at all times if that will make you feel better."

"Yes, that would."

"Good. I'll floo 'Lucy' then and tell him the good news," Rodolphus told her with finality, noting her amusement over the nickname.