The baby
A woman walked through the streets of Godric's Hollow on a cold crisp night.
This night was All Hallows eve or as some mortals enjoyed to call it Halloween. But all the trick-or-treaters had gone off to sleep, most of the lights were turned off, and the night was still.
The woman herself happened to be Lilith Magne, the wife of Lucifer himself and Queen of Hell.
No one would have been able to guess that she was a demon. She had hidden her horns and was dressed more casually then usual. Even then she radiated a sense of power and respect that not many others could generate.
She stopped in front of a house, it hadn't been planned, in fact had it been a normal day she still would have passed by it, but right now it felt... different.
The house was two storeys and quite lovely, but something sinister lied in the air. She could feel the presence of death and above the house was a symbol. A large skull with a snake sliding out of its mouth. She wasn't usually interested in the affairs of mortals, and didn't care about their deaths unless they became one of her subjects, but this was different. At least that's what she told herself as she walked pass the gates and into the house itself.
That's were she saw the first sign of death. A man, perhaps in his thirties, laying dead on the floor, a look of shock on his face. She walked to him bent over and closed his eyes before continuing to the stairs.
It was when she was halfway up the stairs that she started to hear the faint cries of a child. She rushed upstairs. The woman who would have been the mother was laying on the ground, laying in a way that showed she was dead, like a marionette with its strings cut.
She could still hear the crying, the crib was empty so where was it coming from? She followed the noise, it seemed to be coming from the inside of a closet.
Inside there was a child, small and pale, with shocking black hair and beautiful green eyes, the mother must have hidden her child in the closet before whoever had killed her had taken her life.
She picked up the wailing babe, as soon as it looked into her eyes it calmed down, instead it stared at her curiously. She looked around, one of the small trinkets had the name 'Hadrian' engraved on it skillfully, she inferred that this must be his name.
"Now, now little Hadrian, it'll be okay, it'll all be okay, I'll show you a new home and you'll be happy there. Don't you think?" She said to the baby quietly. He was only about a year old, meaning that he was only about two or more years younger than her own daughter Charlie.
It would have killed her if Charlie had been left all alone like this. The only thing that she could do for this woman who had so clearly sacrificed herself for her child was to take it in and look after it, was it not?
With that she smiled and within a matter of seconds had transported herself back to Hell.
The next day when the wizarding world realized that Neville wasn't the only child who had lost his parents they grieved. All of them were confused about why the body of the child was nowhere to be found. But instead of proclaiming him dead they proclaimed him missing and vowed to one day find him once more.
Most of the wizarding world eventually started to believe that he was dead, only one did not. Albus Dumbledore, the only man who still believed that he was still out there because in the Hogwarts book, instead of his name being crossed out of erased as it would if he were dead, his name stayed, gleaming in beautiful calligraphic writing.