A/N: Yes another one, but this one just jumped out at me from nowhere, and I couldn't get it out of my mind. Hope you like it!

Dumbledore's POV

I can still remember that night when Harry Potter would soon start his first year of Hogwarts. How all the teachers, myself included, waited and prepared anxiously for him to finally arrive back in the Wizarding World. It was all I could do from jumping out of my seat and hugging him.

But he would not be the only child of great importance arriving at Hogwarts for the first year. Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's son would be arriving as well. I don't care for the Malfoy family, but even I couldn't help but feel sorry for the little boy after what happened on the night of his birth.

Everyone knew of the birth of the Malfoy twins almost as well as they do of Harry Potter's defeat of Voldemort (although it wasn't really defeat). How Narcissa was in labor for a shocking 72 hours. How when she finally gave birth, they discovered soon after Draco's birth, that there was another to come. But it was like the baby didn't want to be born.

Ten whole minutes passed after Draco came into the world before the second baby finally arrived, this one a girl. She was crying horribly, much too loud for a newborn baby to cry. Quite frankly, it scared everyone in the room, especially the Malfoy family. The girl kicked and squirmed and didn't want to be touched. The little one had a mind of her own. Greatness was already showing in her.

Draco was handed to his mother and father only minutes after the girl was born. It was a nice family moment; one that Narcissa and Lucius had been anticipating for ever since they discovered that they were pregnant. Twins, they most certainly hadn't anticipated for.

What use for twins did they have? They couldn't have twins, they had only planned for one. They didn't have any need for two children. One was all they wanted. The boy was the one that wasn't giving trouble. The boy was the one that showed interest in the world, and in his parents. The boy was the one that smiled to his mother and father.

When the Healers gave the Malfoy's their daughter, they had nothing but revulsion for her. Not only for being created without their consent, but for hating them. They didn't need to be a smart family to see that their daughter wasn't comfortable around her parents. She wailed at the sight of her brother. Quite frankly, she was becoming something of a nuisance.

After three days in the hospital, the Malfoy's knew what they were going to do. Narcissa took baby Draco to the manor while Lucius levitated his daughter with him to me at Hogwarts.

It was a painful thing for me to watch a new father levitating his own daughter just because he couldn't bear to hold her. But I maintained my cool and smiled at him.

"Ah Lucius, your daughter, I presume." I said, smiling at her.

"Yes Dumbledore, my…daughter," he spat.

I wanted to slap him, but knew I couldn't. There would be time for that in the future.

"And where might your son be?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"Draco is with my wife back home. Undoubtedly he's sleeping. But that's beside the point. I trust you have heard of…the ordeal this girl has put my family through?" he asked, still levitating the girl.

"Yes, I have. What a surprise it was to me to find that Narcissa was carrying a little girl along with a boy," I smiled.

Lucius ignored this. "We have no need for two children. We only planned for one, and that one is a son. I need you to do for me, a favor. One I'm sure you will do."

"Lucius, if you would please put your daughter down on my desk," I ordered. I couldn't stand the sight of her floating around.

"As you wish," he spat, and pointed his wand at the direction of the girl, and floated her down until she was on my desk, crying. I reached for her and held her in my arms. Her crying didn't stop, but they quieted down.

"As you were saying," I said, not wanting him to go on with the story, but having to nonetheless.

"Yes, as I was saying! Please place her with a family. A muggle family, come to that. It's only the best thing for her, wouldn't you agree?" he said, giving me a coy smile.

"But Lucius, she is your daughter," I said in shock. Not even I had expected this.

"I don't have a daughter. I have a son. I thank you Dumbledore. I trust that you will not fail. Any muggle family will do. Put her in Australia for all I care," he laughed, and just like that, he was gone.

I looked into the girl's eyes. She had fallen asleep in my arms. I felt a tear trickling down my face as I looked at the abandoned Malfoy daughter. The daughter neither Narcissa or Lucius even bothered to name.

"What a sad and lost future you have in store for you my dear." I said, crying silently to myself. This would be the second child I would have to place with muggle families. The second child of greatness that be oblivious to the world in which they belonged. All that would be talent hidden away just because of death, evil, and abandonment.

No doubt that this girl would grow up with a family who would love her. At least I could hope. Harry Potter on the other hand, would not be loved and even though it pained me to say it, at least he would be protected. A boy his age didn't need to face the world knowing what he had done. Leaving a great and evil man named Lord Voldemort to nothing but ash and mist, and all before he was a year old.

I knew what I had to do. But it wouldn't be easy.

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"Dumbledore, how can you just do what that fool tells you?" Minerva McGonagall asked incredulously.

"She will return to us in good time. In some ways it is better this way. This way, at least she won't have to grow up with people who hate her." I said. At least, that was all I could say to convince myself I was doing the right thing.

"She could live with you. You could teach her many things." Minerva pointed out desperately. She, like I, had a difficult time placing children in a world they didn't belong.

"It's all for the best, I assure you. Where's my letter?" I asked, changing the topic.

Minerva sighed and handed me the envelope containing the letter that briefly explained the circumstances of this baby girl being on their doorstep. Without the mentioning of the Wizarding World. They would think they were taking in an unwanted muggle child.

I tucked the letter with the sleeping girl, and left the bassinette holding the girl on the porch steps.

"We shall meet again, Hermione."

A/N: How do you like it? I think it's pretty good. Let me know!