PROLOGUE
A haggard figure apparated into the encampment and looked around at the sea of tents. The people on the 'streets' were worn and rugged and it seemed like everything was covered in mud. These were homes of the poorest of poor, the half bloods and muggle born. On the hill behind it all stood a grand wall, so high it could not be seen over, and in its side was a clock.
"Well, now we know where to go." She murmured quietly under her breath.
It had been eight years since Voldemort had won, nine years since she had disappeared leaving behind her family, faking her own death.
The wizarding world was now run by the 'last' purest of the pure, Malfoy. Her own family had died the year she had left, leaving only the Malfoy line as the 'last' of the fully pure, though now even that was tainted with the Greengrass blood. Even the Parkinson bloodline was more pure, but the heir to that family was married to Zabini. The Malfoys' son, Luther, was the heir to the Pure Line, the 'hierarchy' of the new wizarding world.
As she walked around the edge of the slums, people looked up. It had been along time since they had seen someone that was not 'royalty' dressed so well, and to be so clean.
The clock in the wall chimed and a gate appeared. Out of it came a procession of carriages. She walked through the town; the mud seemed to not touch her in any way as she approached where the procession was to soon pass.
As it drew near she stepped out in to its path. Many in the crowd called out to stop her. But she continued until she was facing the head of the carriages. Her hand lifted elegantly and she flicked her wrist, causing the convoy to come to a halt. A well dressed man with a small golden band adorning his head, signifying him as the ruler of this new world, stepped out of the first carriage.
"Why have we stopped?" Came the demand.
His wife stepped out behind him glaring at the woman that has held up the line.
"Hello Draco, remember me?" The woman took off the scarf that was holding back her long blood red hair.
"Weasley!" screeched his wife. "But, your dead."
"Do I look dead?" came the calm reply with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you doing here Ginevera? I thought, I told you I never wanted to see you again and that I was marrying Daphne." Draco coldly replied.
"Yes, I know, but that isn't why I'm here." Ginevera flippantly replied.
"Then, why are you here?"
Out of the second carriage a small boy about the age of seven appeared. His features were obviously that of Daphne's, but something hinted to Ginevera as wrong, something that was not noticeable unless you looked close and knew the bloodlines of the 'pure'.
She lifted her hand in his direction and murmured. "Purious DNA Revealo."
A white light passed over the boy and two names appeared.
'Daphne Belladonna Malfoy- Theodore Dante Nott.'
"Well would you look at that? He's not the heir." She said with a slightly amused air.
Daphne spluttered and stumbled.
"How… how could you know?"
"Do you think after the time I spent with Draco, I wouldn't know the difference between him and his friends features? There is no Draco in that boy, the Malfoy features would be obvious in his children."
"How would you know what his children should look like?" Daphne demanded.
Ginevera went quiet.
"Ha! See, you just wish you were in my place. You're trying to break up our marriage and take over the crown. It's all a fraud. That spell! It's all lies!"
Daphne screeched, pointing a shaking finger, her hysterics taking control.
"Oh, put a sock in it, like she would want to. Spells don't lie." Pansy said as she stepped out of the carriage.
Ginevera flicked her wrist again and Daphne's mouth sealed shut. She shot a smirk at Pansy, who inclined her head in an unnoticeable nod. Ginevera then looked behind Pansy with a slight frown.
"For the goddess' sake Julius, stop it, what did I say about that spell."
A boy around the age of nine appeared behind Pansy.
"If you use it too long you never come back."
Everyone stared at the quiet boy, his strawberry blonde hair and pale freckled skin were defiantly Weasley traits, but his strong, angular features and stormy gray eyes were obviously Malfoy.
Draco looked at the boy and then at Ginevera.
"This is not the place to discuss this." He said as he turned to the carriages. "We will be leaving now."
He stopped and turned to his guard. "I also want Daphne to be put in the dudgeons until further notice, for treason."
Daphne turned away; ready to move from the guards.
"There's no where to run." Pansy mocked sweetly.
Draco sent a cold glare at her and turned to Ginevera. "We will be leaving."
"Julius, get in."
The boy looked at his mother.
"Do you really think I could not tell the difference between you and a glamour, and the fact Dahlia isn't here?" Julius queried softly.
"Nope, I just didn't want them to notice me looking around the castle."
Draco turned around at the glamours comment and raised an eyebrow, not hearing the rest.
"She's not here." He asked Julius.
"Hasn't been since the gates opened." Julius shrugged.
The glamour looked down at the boy.
"Why do you all ways ruin my fun? Your too mature for your age." It said as it dispersed.
A/N: Ok, ladies and gentlemen. This is the first chapter of my first fanfiction. I hope it sounds good enough for people to read and is easy to follow. I have actually started at the middle of the story as the prologue. Enjoy. Please remember to review. AND DON'T FLAME, it's rude.