HP / TVD --Niklaus Mikaelson love story.

Growing Up

Lorelai Lilith Lestrange was born three seconds after the clock hit, 12:01 am on June 1,1986. That may not have been how they would have marked it down in a muggle world but with her big shot wizard family. Everything had to be exact. It was the birth of a new month and with it came the birth of a beautiful baby girl.

Though that wasn't the best part of her birth. She was born with black hair when Bellatrix's sister held the baby. Lorelai reached up and touched Narcissa's hair. The moment she did her hair had turned bright blond. Many were stunned that the child could do magic at this age. Even Lucious was impressed.

Lorelai was born to Bellatrix Lestrange (She belonged to the noble and most ancient house of Black, pure blood,) and Amon Snape (He is from the prince family bloodline, pure blood.) She was named after a siren that would lure men out to sea. Her mother picked the name out. She wanted to highlight the fact her daughter would be alluring but deadly. That her daughter would be not only an enchantress but also a temptress. Snape, not knowing he had a child didn't get a call in this.

Though Lorelai was named by her mother, her aunt got the honor of giving her her middle name. It was Bellatrix's way of saying thank you to her sister for keeping the baby a secret. From not only Snape but Voldimort himself. Narcissa Malfoy gave the girl the middle name Lilith. The name means belonging to the night, night monster, or even storm goddess. At least that is what she told her sister. Her real reason is the fact that Lilith was said to be Adam's first love. Though God didn't want them together so he created Eve. Lilith was then rejected and forced to leave. Though the devil took pity on her. She hoped the same would be true for Lorelai. She hoped that once Voldemort learned of her. He would take pity on her.

As a child Lorelai never stayed in one place. She was passed around so that she wouldn't be found. Bellatrix had given her up quickly after birthing her. She stayed with the Malfoys for a few days till Draco was born. At that time she was sent to live with Sirius Orion Black, (Disowned heir of the most ancient and pure house of Black, Pure Blood.) She stayed with him the longest. He may have been reluctant to take the child in but she had a way of drawing people in. Her mother was spot on for naming her after a siren. No one could go too long without liking her. Though the Halloween after Lorelai's first birthday, Sirius was arrested.

Dumbledor for once in his life felt clueless. He didn't think Sirius had a kid. So if the child wasn't his, then whose was it? He tried to find answers but nothing could be found. So he sent the child to live with a muggle family. Similar to what he did with Harry. Though to be fair he didn't put much thought into her living arrangements. He put her in a basket and just left her on the steps of a fire station. She was barely wrapped with a blanket that had her first name on it. He also covered up the fact that he and Sirious had her in their possessions.

The baby didn't make a sound that night. The temperatures were below freezing yet she didn't make a peep. No one found the child till early morning. She was sent to an orphanage to be more specific, Wool's orphanage. Coincidentally the same one that Tom Riddle had gone to. That is where she spent her life until she was eleven years old. The kids were mean, as the place was falling apart. You had to work for food. Sometimes even after you did enough chores to get food it would be stolen, by one of the older kids.

She wasn't like the other kids though. She was picked on more than the other kids. Though her hope never died. She dreamed of being old enough to escape. When she became of age to leave. This fact only got her picked on more. Noone like how that she was happy, that she had hope. On top of that she was smart. She was one of the few kids that could actually read. Funny enough that is where she got her hope from. She got her hope from the books. Every story was a new adventure, it didn't matter if it was fiction or nonfiction.