A Hierarchy to Kill For: Revised

Author's Note: Yes, I did change the plot line. I don't like to change or stray away from the books or the movies. I saw some plot holes that I wasn't pleased with, so I have decided to revise and edit my story. I do hope you enjoy. I will be upping up the violence, swearing, gore, etc. Thank you for your patience and time. I love my readers very much!

XOXO,

Amadea

Chapter 1: Dead as the Winter Frost

Part 1

Dingy.

Dark.

Sad.

I wonder why Mama was so excited to see this place… It looks like something out of a scary book. Amadea's childish imagination ran wild as she was begrudgingly accepting the fact that her mother was practically sprinting to the front door, dragging her daughter by the sleeve of her coat. The bitter winter wind nipped at their bare faces, teeth chattering as a gentle snow began to fall. Her blonde locks and icy-blue eyes were almost identical to her mother's.

"Now remember what I told you about manners, Amadea?"

"Yes, Mama."

"Good." Knocking onto the door, it slowly creaked open to a little house elf with big doe eyes.

"Good m-morning, Mrs. Marco, Miss Marco." The quivering house elf greeted, bowing. "D-do co-come in. May I t-take y-your c-OOF!" The house elf was knocked back as Amadea's Mother, Annette threw her coat at the poor little creature. "Don't you know how to take care of guests properly?" She scolded as Amadea unbuttoned her coat. "I might as well tell Lucius how poorly you are at even taking my coat. I'll have to get it cleaned properly. Filthy elf."

"M…My apologies, Mrs. M-Marco. I w-wil-"

"Will what? Keep on stuttering. Just take out coats and be gone. Vermin. Amadea, hurry up." Annette scoffed at the quivering mess. Amadea looked over at the house elf as it began to tear up after Annette walked away.

The little girl couldn't understand why she was so mean to the poor little guy. Walking up to him, the house elf nearly jumped out of its rags as she helped pick up her mother's coat. "N-no, Miss… Minky will g-get her coat…" The house elf didn't stop shaking as it hung up Annette's coat, turning around to grab Amadea's. "I got it, Minky. I'm sorry Mama was mean. I'm Amadea. Don't call me Miss." Minky's eyes welled up with tears as it bowed to Amadea and smiled. "I-it's an honor to meet y-you, Amadea. Minky is glad to be of service."

"I don't want your service. I'd like to be friends." The smile beamed on the house elf's face. Before the little elf could respond, Annette stormed into the room. "Don't blather on to this creature, come. You've wasted enough time talking to something that doesn't matter."

"But, Mama… everyone matters." Annette snorted at her statement, pulling her daughter into a Drawing Room, where a woman with black and blonde hair sat, pouring cups of tea. "So this is the beauty I have heard so much about." The woman, beautiful, petite, and poise, walked over to Amadea, bending down, smiling at her. Her eyes were an icy gray color, contrasting with the black in her hair, she was very beautiful to Amadea, beautiful like her mother, but her mother's eyes weren't filled with the warmth that this woman had. "It's so lovely to meet you, Amadea. I'm Narcissa, Narcissa Malfoy." Amadea curtsied to Narcissa, smiling.

"It's lovely meeting you, Mrs. Malfoy. My Mama talks about you all the time. She says you're a very kind friend, and you knew my Papa." Narcissa smiled at the young girl and nodded.

"Your father was one of the most humble and most kind people I have ever had the honor of knowing. He is greatly missed." Amadea grinned, overjoyed that someone could say something so nice about the father she never had.

"Draco's going to warm up to you so fast. You'll be great friends! Juniper!" A popping sound filled the air, as a small house elf greeted them with a smile. "Yes, Mrs. Malfoy? How may I serve you?"

"Could you find Draco and bring him here? He needs to meet a lovely young lady of Mrs. Marco's."

"Yes, Misses. With honor." The house elf apparated away.

"Please, please, sit down. You both should warm up with a nice cup of tea." Annette stirred her cup of tea, handing the other cup to her daughter, who mimicked her mother's movements. Narcissa watched the young girl with utter fascination and delight. Maybe one day, she could give Draco a sibling. Time will tell for her, and the future was filled with hope.

"So, Narcissa, how has Lucius been, you said he's on business with the… others."

"Yes, he has. He's been away for over a week now. I do miss him terribly, but I have been keeping myself occupied. Ah, Draco, darling, come here!" Amadea heard the soft movement of footsteps. Turning around, she was a boy, with hair as light as the sun, and eyes as grey as his mother's. Draco examined the two unfamiliar women in the room, and bowed to them after he stood by his Mother. "Draco, this is Mrs. Marco, and her daughter, Amadea. She's as old as you, seven."

"It's lovely meeting you." Draco said.

"Why don't you and Amadea go outside and play in the gardens? The snow is lovely outside. Just remember to button up. It's cold out. I'm sure she'd love to see the gardens during the winter." Draco simply nodded, motioning for the shy, curly-haired girl to follow him. With an all-too encouraging push off the couch from her mother, she looked back, uneasily, only to see the both of them with smiles plastered on their faces. Before Amadea cleared the corner, she heard Narcissa whisper to her mother, "Oh, how I hope they are to be betrothed. What a perfect pure-blood marriage that would be."

"Betrothed?" Bemused at such a word, she was almost blind-sided when Draco handed her, her winter coat. "Come on, Mother says I have to show you the garden. Don't be so slow, Marco."

"It's Amadea."

"Whatever."

"Rude." As ignorant as this blonde-haired nitwit was, she had to listen to his mother, and especially hers. The bitter cold nipped at her nose, as her lungs filled up with the chilled winter air. The garden took her breath away, as the winter flowers had frost clinging onto them. For as cold as the winter season was, the fountain hadn't frozen over. Magic simply amazed her, even if it was something as simple as a charm. She loved coming from a family of witched and wizards. Marveling in the wonders of the wizarding world, she was quickly interrupted by Draco's impatient voice. "What are you staring at, Marco?" Her fact turned five shades of red, not realizing she was staring at the ignorant boy.

"The fountain, but your ugly mug got in the way, Malfoy. And don't call me, Marco, it's, Amadea." Draco bowed at her, mockingly.

"Your wish is my command, Amadea." Marching up to him, he stood only several inches taller than her. "Why are you so cruel? Are you this mean to everyone? Or is it just girls?" With every question she asked, she got closer to him, infuriated with this insufferable boy. Draco looked at her, smiling. With a quick nudge, he pushed her away, causing her to fall into the fountain. Amadea let out a squeal before she landed into the freezing cold water.

Draco stood in front of the fountain, laughing at her. Too consumed, basking in his adolescent glory, he was yanked into the fountain face-first. Sputtering out water, he glared at the small bundle of anger in front of him. "What the bloody hell was that for, Marco?!"

"YOU!" She screamed. "POMPOUS! ARROGANT! MEAN! IDIOT!" Grabbing him by the coat sleeve, she smacked him in the arm with her soggy mittens, hoping it would teach the brat not to mess with a Marco.

"AMADEA MARCO!" Her mother's shrill voice came running out, gawking at her shivering, wet, and grime-covered childe. "Your coat is ruined! You are soaking wet, and… why were you two fighting so violently in the fountain IN the middle of winter?!" Yanking her daughter away from Draco, Narcissa followed behind, copying the same expression as Annette.

"He was being rude." Amadea said with pleading eyes. "He was being mean, and not treating me like a lady."

"Because you're not one, Marco."

"Draco! Shame on you!" Narcissa said, grabbing him by the arm. "Now let's get both of you inside and dried off. You both are in serious trouble."

The world came crashing down on Amadea, because she realized she unleashed the monster that her mother can be. She'd just have to wait until she got through the doors of her house to fully comprehend how furious her mother was with her. Just the thought of it made her shake in fear.