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A scream rang and reverberated through the tiny walls of a rundown shack. A young mother, back down, knees apart, and panting heavily, gave her final push as a bloodied child lay screaming on the rotted, wooden floor. The young woman's breath staggered as her once pounding energy faded from her body. She fell backwards and crawled slowly to where the child lay screaming. She wished she had the strength to pick her up, knowing though her body would not allow her. She was broken, broken and alone with a newborn child that could not even be comforted by its dying mother. She gently caressed the child's face and shushed it tenderly to provide any kind of comfort she could give her. The little girl soon enough quit crying and fell asleep as the mother brought her as close to her body to give her child heat. Weeping silently, the mother cut the umbilical cord with a small knife she had brought with her and decided it was time to name her. She thought for a moment and decided on a name, a glorious name that would one day be heard and respected. Not a name like hers, a name that was ridiculed, belittled, beaten down, and proved that she would be nothing in this lifetime. No, her child's name was going to be different, and it would take her places, places that she herself could not even dream of. She carefully etched the name into the wooden floor, struggling with each letter as she could not move much of her body. When she finally finished she looked down on her sleeping baby and smiled, knife clanging to the floor, breathing her last breath, she finally let herself go.

Darias Granger walked slowly from Malfoy Manner in search of Christine. He shivered slightly taking in all the cold the winter could engulf him with, realizing that he wasn't wearing the appropriate attire for such harsh weather. His boots had holes in them causing the snow to melt inside the soles chilling his feet and the coat he was wearing really couldn't be called a coat at all, it was more like a cheap, rundown jacket tattered and torn that should had been tossed ages ago. But Darias loved his coat; it was the only thing that reminded him of home. It had belonged to his now dead father that he loved dearly and desperately wished that he could still hear his voice. He walked over a couple of acres asking people on the way if they had seen Christine, but all gave the same answer, no. He was starting to get worried now, knowing just how cold this weather was and how dangerous it was for a young pregnant girl to be walking around in it. As soon as the thought flitted across his mind young pregnant girl, he immediately became angry all over again.

That lowlife son of a bitch! How dare he even touch her! She's only a child. He thought aggressively. The memory of Christine's first arrival came dancing across his mind. He knew even then, that there was going to be trouble.

Why can't these Malfoys' ever just keep to themselves? Why is it they have to ruin everyone else's lives as well? He continued to think. As he walked across more snow and acres he remembered every detail the day Christine Harpersherry waltzed through the door.

Malfoy Manner was always busy, bustling around cynically with servants and slaves trying to finish the day's work before the light of sunset, and today was no different. Darias, the cook of the Manner, was down on all fours cleaning mercilessly the kitchen floor scrubbing the stone to no end. The day had gone by quickly and he still had to clean out the ovens and finish the dishes in the marble sink. He had no idea whether he would finish it all in the next twenty minutes or so but desperately hoped he would. The Malfoys' were strict masters and anything done incorrectly, or not done satisfactorily, were held to punishment. Punishment often consisted of anything between caning and to death. Caning was what every servant wanted as punishment, because the alternative was quite scary. A servant who received the other was taken to the 'Shack' and never returned. No one quite knew what when on down there but whatever it was, it had to be awful. The screaming was inevitably heard along with the pleading. Most people actually get the caning, partly because slaves are expensive and not to be wasted at a whim.

"On all fours again I see?" a mocking voice said smoothly interrupting Darias' thoughts. "Well, I guess it is the perfect position for you kind of people. You're nothing but filthy dogs that deserved to be treated as such." The voice continued and Darias slowly lifted his head and came to face with none other than Lucius Malfoy, the son of his official master.

Lucius Malfoy was the most disgusting, selfish, lowlife prat he had ever known. He was tall with white blonde hair, a good physique and an awful smirk that a 15 year old could own. His parents, Marcus and Lacrissa, doted upon him to no end. He was spoiled and thought he was the closest thing to God there was. He never forgot the time when he purposely tracked mud into the main hall two minutes before sunset and poor Cassidy took a major beating for it. Marcus tied her hands up to a tree limb and let her hang loose with nothing but a skirt and a cloth to cover her chest. She was humiliated as he made every servant he owned watch her tied up nearly naked hanging pitifully from a tree as he caned her. Every scream she gave gained her a harder strike which happened to be a lot considering he gave her 30 hits. By the time he was finished, her back was so raw, opened and bleeding, that it wasn't even recognizable. Of course he didn't just gently cut her down either; he left her there all night and cut her loose in the morning. I watched as her body fell to the ground with a thump. "Piece of useless scum" he said as he gave her a hard kick to the gut and left her there on the ground still bleeding out. Needless to say, her back was completely disfigured and she was never the same after the whole ordeal. Actually, I never heard her speak a word after the "incident" as we now recall the event. Normally he gave 15 hits, but for some reason he was compelled to become the devil that night. And Darias always thought he was the devil, until HE showed up. Apparently HE was the Malfoys' master and he was incredible handsome. He was tall, dark curly hair, and blue eyes. But, there was something in those eyes of him that made him intimidating to look at. By the next morning Darias came into the realization of something. HE was the devil in the flesh. HE who had a name that still gave Darias shivers as it rolled off his tongue, Voldemort.

"What do you need Master Lucius?" Darias said as humbly as he could. Provoking young Lucius was a one way ticket to provoking Marcus and that was something he defenitely didn't want to do at the moment.

Lucius snickered at Darias' question and eyed him with obvious disgust.

"You're needed in the main room; father has ordered every employee in there for the night." He finished with a smirk as he eyed the remaining unwashed dishes in the sink.

"Pity, and to think you might've been done on time." Lucius said with a chuckle as he darkly walked out of the kitchen.

Darias' heart sank; he knew that he didn't finish on time and Lucius being who he is would make no hesitation on reporting him. He slowly picked up the dirtied rag and bowl and put them in the sink, washed his hands off, dried them on the towel beside the sink and quickly made his way to the main room.

What could he possibly want with all of us in there? The only time we're ever called all together is when someone is being punished and he always does those things outside, never in the main house. He thought to himself while he quickly walked down the cold, dark hallways of Malfoy Manner. He reached the wooden, double doors and quietly opened them and saw the rest of the servants already in there. They were nervously walking around and it was quite obvious they had no clue as to why there were there either. He walked over to his friend Lacy to see if she had any idea as to why they were called in there.

"Hello Lacy." He spoke gently and quietly as he touched her arm. She turned around and smiled warmly back at him.

"Hello to you." She said just quietly.

"I know you probably have no idea as to why we're in here, but I was wondering if you had any information at all." He asked looking into her brown eyes.

"No Darias, I really have no idea, but some say it's because Brooklyn and Richard were caught doing inappropriate behavior this morning. Oh, I hope that's not it. But if it is, I really hope he's not too hard on them." She finished with a sigh. Her voiced quivered obviously due to the fact she was nervous about the whole ordeal.

"Here he comes, I can hear him." She said eyes now filled with terror.

Everyone in the room filled out into their lines after hearing his footsteps coming closer and the buzzing died down to nothing. Suddenly the doors flew open and a very angry Marcus came barging in. Darias noticed Lacy flinched at the sound so he quickly gave her hand a comforting squeeze. Marcus stopped in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back starring straight into the eyes of his very frightened servants.

"It has come to my attention that one of you did not finish your work today." He said coldly staring straight into the eyes of Darias. By now, his heart was pumping faster. He knew the penalty for such actions and knew they never came out well. But the words that came out of master's mouth next nearly caused him to have a heart attack.

"As punishment, you will not receive tonight's or tomorrow morning's meals. Understood?" He finished harshly still locking eyes with Darias. Darias nodded his head firmly to show understanding still completely confused by his master's actions and words.

"Now, onto the real reason I have brought you here. You have a new addition to your work stations. Christine Harperysherry, will be joining you tonight. She is quite young so she must be taught the rules and regulations of her status in this Manner. It will be your responsibility to show her the ropes. If she is punished tomorrow, it will be on all of your hands." He finished sharply while eyeing every single person in the room. "Christine, will you come in here please?" He said as he slightly turned his head towards open, wooden door.

A little girl around the age of ten smiled brightly and timidly as she slowly made her way towards Marcus.

"Everyone, this is Christine. She is ten years old and I expect someone to take the opportunity to train her. If she is not trained sufficiently by morning, she will be punished by 3 hits of caning. I trust you will do your best." He said with a final nod and started for the door.

Christine looked completely scared now, knowing that she was alone and since no one was coming up to her, she didn't get any better. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started to sob and Darias couldn't contain himself much longer. He quickly ran up to her and squatted down so he would be eye level with her and put his hand on her cheek.

"Shh, don't cry sweetie. You're going to do just fine here. Don't worry, Old Darias will show you what to do." He said quietly and soon the tears started to stop and the young girl gave him a hug.

He took her hand and led her out of the room to the kitchen to show her her new chores but not before he noticed Lucius first. Lucius was gazing at the girl with a wicked smile on his face and a fire in his eyes. Darias knew that look, he was familiar with that look and knew even before the girl would hit proper age that she could never caught alone. With a new found anger, he quickly glared at Lucius and stalked quickly out the door with little Christine.

Darias never thought life could have gotten any better, but found that he was given a second chance the moment little Christine walked into his life. Suddenly he had something worth living for again. It wasn't much, but that little girl changed his world. She reminded him so much of his child that he was forced to watch die of emphazema along with his wife. He knew though, that this was an awful place to grow up a child in. She did grow though, and beautifully. She had long brown waves and chocolate brown eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous, but unfortunately that beauty gave her hell in return. Darias never forgot about the way Lucius looked at her the night of her arrival and decided that he was to protect her from him with every ounce of his being.

But something that particular night went wrong. Christine had just celebrated her sixteenth birthday and went outside to get something. It was the cold of winter and very late when she returned. Darias shuttered as he remembered what he saw when she returned.

The night was long and Darias didn't sleep well, partly due to the fact that Christine still hadn't returned. He knew she had a secret place and some nights would stay out there for hours on end. He knew he shouldn't worry.

Get a hold of yourself, she's probably out gazing at the stars or something. She'll come back, she always comes back. He thought as he reprimanded himself for being too over protective. The problem was though, that night he was right on target with his gut feeling. Something was wrong and while he knew it, he chose to ignore it.

The wind blew across the trees howling like a ghost and hours had gone bye and still no Christine. He knew then that something was wrong and he flew out of bed and put on his old boots and weathered coat. He quickly lit his lantern and at that exact moment, the door slowly opened and figure stood in the door way.

"Christine! Where on heaven's earth have you been!" He said harshly reprimanding her for her adolescent behavior. "Do you know how worried sick I've been waiting for you?" He finished coldly.

But the figure did not move and stayed eerily silent.

"Christine?" He asked softly and still no reply. He slowly raised his lantern to the figure's face and what he saw shocked him.

There was a very pale, white Christine standing in front of him. Her clothes were torn and a very faint trace of a black smear going across her cheek shone in the light. Her eyes were distant, Christine was here, but she wasn't really here. She slowly made her way inside the doorway and walked straight to her bed and started taking the sheets off. Her vigor and distant eyes and torn clothes were scaring Darias.

"Christine, sweetie. What happened?" he asked in a soft voice clearly upset by her appearance and demeanor.

"I have to wash the sheets, Papa. They're unclean, filthy and worn." She spoke in a melancholy way face masked in nothingness.

She was really scaring him now. It was obvious something had happened to her and she wasn't coping well. Darias moved ever so slowly towards his daughter and gently touched her shoulder.

"Christi-"

"Don't touch me!" She screamed as she fled from him running straight towards the door. Unknowingly to her he had already locked it after she returned. She was now banging on the door and screaming.

"Christine- Sweetie! It's okay! It's just-"

"Oh god! Someone let me out of here! Help me before this madman kills me!" screaming louder than before still beating on the door.

Darias sprinted towards his daughter and grabbed her arm in an attempt to calm her down, only realizing he was making matters worse.

"I said don't touch me you bastard!" she screamed at him as he turned her around. She started to beat mercilessly on his chest screaming and thrashing while he engulfed her in a hug, holding her tightly to his chest.

"I won't ever let you touch me again." She whispered in a broken, sobbing voice.

He finally realized she was not talking to him, and he needed to let her go. He dropped his arms and she collapsed to floor and crawled to the farthest corner and held her knees to her chest and started rocking herself back-and-forth…back-and-forth. He stared at her dumbfounded and suddenly heard a noise coming outside his window. He started for the window and held the lantern up, and standing there, facing the window with a wicked smile spread across his face, was none other than the infamous Lucius Malfoy.

That was the first time Darias Granger ever wanted to kill a man.

Literally.

As Darias walked across more acres of snow, he came into a viewing a small shack in the distance.

I wonder if she's in there. He thought to himself as he walked towards it.

The shack was so small it looked almost as a huge dog house. The door was creaked slightly open and he heard a faint cry in there. He sprinted for the door and flung it open. And there before his grey, weathered eyes was the saddest scene he had seen in a long time. There was his beloved Christine lying on the floor, dead, with a crying baby in her arms. He quickly walked over and took his old coat off and wrapped the baby up in it and then turned Christine over. She was dead.

Suddenly a great sadness took over Darias, a sadness he believed he would never have to relive again. His daughter was dead. Dead because of a selfish pig who took something that wasn't his in the first place.

This is all Lucius' doing. I'll kill the bastard!" he thought darkly but was quickly brought out of his murderous rage as he heard crying in his arms.

No, this child deserves better than that. He finally reasoned with himself. Christine deserves a better father than that. He thought as he looked at the child before him.

He took one last glance at his dead daughter but noticed something etched on the floor boards.

Adonia Malfoy

So that's what she named her, Adonia Malfoy. A perfect name for a beautiful daughter. He thought proudly to himself.

But then something else crossed his mind. Lucius will never accept this child as his own. Why then should she have to bear his name. Granger, that should be her last name. Owning the name of a man who actually will love her.

But Adonia Granger didn't fit right. Adonia was a name used for wealthy families who had power, and true technically she is directly related to their bloodline; but knowing that she would never be accepted as a Malfoy he settled on the name Hermione.

Perfect. A good English name. Hermione Granger. He thought happily to himself.

Despite his daughter's will, he decided that Hermione should never know her background, fearing that it would cause Lucius to lash out harshly to her in the future. He just wanted the Malfoys' to let her and him be.

So, he walked out of the shack grudgingly leaving his daughter behind but going in a new direction now with a new daughter. Perhaps he could love her as much as he loved Christine. He walked his way towards Malfoy Manner to confront Lucius about his new daughter.

Lucius nor his parents knew of Christine's pregnancy since she normally kept to herself. Marcus eventually learned of his son's behavior and told him to stay away from the girl, that she was a servant of the house- not his personal prostitute. Lucius reluctantly obeyed his father and did stay away and Christine stayed out of view most of the time.

Darias reached the Malfoy Manner and knew that Lucius was in the library alone. His wife was in the hospital giving birth to his new son, Draco. He was not going to be happy about this.

Lucius sat in the library, pen in hand, pondering on how to fix this problem he gained upon himself. He knew that if his parents ever learned about all this they would kill the child immediately, but Lucius didn't want that. He had no problem killing muggles and slaves, but this was something different. This unfortunately was half of him and he just couldn't bring himself to do the deed.

Granger filth, he can handle her. He already said she would take after his name anyhow. Good, he'll deal with all this. She will never know that she was born into some place in the world. He thought with a smirk.

His plan was perfect, except for one thing: Lucius was still very young. He didn't understand that having a child would mean the possibility of her gaining magic. She was a Malfoy by birthright and therefore entitled to magic if fate decided to give it to her.

The problem was: Fate did.

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