This story starts from when Regulus Black was a death eater. Why he turned against Voldemort. It's all because of his daughter Carina Black. Follow Regulus in his final days then Carina's journey through Hogwarts with Harry. But why does she look li...
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(September 22nd, 1979) Regulus' POV
I'm moaning the lost of my fiance, she'd been killed by accident. Only I know she is dead and how she died. I hadn't seen her in months and was looking forward to reuniting with her. But I arrived to see her be hit by a drunk driver. So when Voldemort called me, I went wanting to forget my lose.
"You summoned me, my lord" I say as I bow before him. Honestly I don't understand why I serve him anymore. My fiance loved all life and made me see that all life is precious. Even muggles and muggle borns. I had started researching whys to kill Voldemort and I believe I've found a way. I just need to solidify my theory.
"Aye glad you could make it Regulus, I have a mission for you" he states.
"I am honoured to serve you, my lord" I tell him.
"I just got word of a new mudblood that has been born and appears to be powerful. I wish you to go kill it and it's family" he orders. "Wilson family from Dufftown" he tells me. I disapparate to Dufftown. It's a small town.
"Excuse me, can you tell my where I can find the Wilson family?" I ask a group of muggles my age. I'm eighteen and the youngest deatheater Voldemort has. My parents were proud when I joined him.
"Sure, down the road and last house on the right" a guy says pointing in the right direction. I nod my head in thanks and set off. As I leave them I hear them talk about my wizard clothes. But ignore it, I have a mission.
I arrive and stand in a shadow of a tree across the road from the house. I hear a woman singing a lullaby. I disillusion myself and approach a lit window. I look inside to see a woman with dark curly hair in a rocking chair. Rocking gently as she sings to a newborn girl in her arms.
I go to strike when a man entered the room with a second baby. It wasn't one baby but two. That explained the power Voldemort talked about. "How is our Carina?" the man asks the woman.
"She is very fussy, but I love her and Hermione so much" the woman says smiling.
"So do I deary, so do I" he says gently and gives her a kiss on the cheek. He then places the baby he held into a crib. That must be Hermione is the woman is holding Carina. "It's time for them to sleep" he tells her.
"Please a little longer" the woman begs smiling down at the now sleeping baby in her arms.
"They need to learn to sleep alone in their own room, we said we'd be firm on that from the beginning. Yet we allowed them to sleep in our room for the past three nights" he tells her smiling.
"You're right" the woman sighs and places the baby in the crib beside her sister. "Sleep well my precious girls" she tells them smiling. The man lead her from the room and I entered it silently. I look at the babies and do a silent spell. My theory was right they are both magical. I notice they both look alike, but one has paler skin then her sister. Carina has her mother's hair colour and Hermione had her father's auburn hair. Both babies are beautiful though.
I raise my wand to end their lives when Carina opens her grey eyes. She looks up at me without fear. I lower my wand and kneel on the floor. I can't kill innocent babies, it's not right. My fiance wouldn't of wanted that.
I look back at Carina who had fallen back to sleep. I come up with a plan to spare the babies lives and that of their parents. I'd have to call in a few favours. But at least they'd be alive, just not together. I go to the parents bedroom and obliviate them. Then put in the idea of them going to live in Egypt with new identities. They would now be Mr and Mrs O'Connell.
I then take the babies along with any evidence of their existence. I drop Hermione on the door step of a muggle couple in England. Leaving a note with her name and birthday. But instead of leaving Carina I decide to raise her myself. She can easily pass for my daughter and that's what she will be.
I dropped her off at my flat then go see Voldemort and bow before him. "I have done as you wished" I tell him.
"Very well done Regulus, how is your fiance?" he asks me.
"She died my lord" I tell him.
"My condolence" he tells me, but I can tell he wasn't sincere.
"She left me a most precious gift though" I tell him. "She gave me a daughter, died giving birth to her" I lie effortlessly.
"Congratulations, I'm sure she'll be just as loyal as you" he says smirking. "Go look after your daughter, but I will require your elf next week. For a special mission" he states.
"Of course my lord" I say and leave. I enter my room to see Carina still sound asleep. I lay down and hold her close. "I promise to give you a future without him my star" I tell her. I fall asleep holding my new daughter, Carina Renee Black close.
(Somewhere in England) Jean Granger's POV
I wake up to the sound of a baby crying and frown. There are no babies in the street. My name is Jean Granger and I live with my husband John Granger, we discovered we couldn't have kids today. I'm devastated, I always wanted to have a daughter to raise.
"John dear, I hear a baby crying" I say as I shake him awake. He to looks confused. I look at the clock to see it's a little after midnight.
"I'll go check it out" he tells me and leaves the room. After putting his slippers and dressing gown on. I heard him go downstairs and open the front door. The crying stopped and I hear him close the door. I was looking out the window when he returned.
"What was it dear?" I ask him. I turn and freeze looking at the bundle in his arms. "Is that what I think it is?" I ask him holding my arms out to hold the bundle. He places it in my arms and gets back into bed.
"Yes, a baby girl. Only just turned four days old, the note said her name is Hermione and to raise her as our own" he states. "Would you like that darling?" he asks me as I stare at the baby in my arms. She's beautiful, who'd not want to raise her.
"Yes, I think she was meant to be ours" I tell him smiling. We lay down with the baby in between us. "She's perfect" I say and kiss her forehead.
"I think her middle name should be Jean, after you" he states. I agree and we fall asleep protecting our new daughter. Hermione Jean Granger.
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Picture above of Hermione and Carina. Picture in chapter of Regulus Black and picture on the external link of the Wilsons.
