Hello everyone! As you can see I'm back with a...different take on my story. So its undergoing mass editing. Though that's really just an exaggeration seeing as I only have/had 2 chapters out ;
Anywho, I hope you enjoy this new take :)
Summery: Arrellane Cadence Zabini. Twin sister to Blaise Baivel Zabini. And betrothed to Draco Xavier Malfoy. Who is this person and what does she have to do with 'Harry Potter'? Why she is none other than Hermione Anna Granger of course! Shocking isn't it? Just wait until Hermione finds out. . .
A Bond That Never Breaks
Prologue: Torn Apart
ShadowLovely
& ( ) Muggle London.
A sharp crack is heard throughout the quiet neighborhood of Muggle London. Swiftly, a cloaked figure is seen walking across the deserted street, a small bundle held protectively in his arms.
At a closer look the figure seemed to be about 6'10" and had long, blond hair that was tied in a black ribbon at the base of his neck, and had, at the moment, soft gray-blue eyes, glossy with unshed tears.
The figure, was none other than Lucius Kataïev Malfoy
In his arms, he held a baby girl. She was his goddaughter and how he wished he didn't have to do what he had come to Muggle London to do. Her family, along with his, had gone over the current...situation several times and had not come up with a very promising solution. Almost all of them ended in the baby girl dying or being turned into Voldemort's personal servant, her coming beauty would be too much to overlook. He shuddered at the thought of his darling Arrellane becoming a servant to his 'Lords' whims. No, this was the only way. No matter how heart breaking it was. This needed to be done.
Sighing to himself, he whispered an everlasting glamour charm on the girl. Her beautiful black perfectly curly hair bled reddish brown, her curls twisting wildly around her delicate face. Her stunning sapphire-blue eyes melted into a curious hazelnut brown that shone radiantly from the street lights. They locked onto those of her carrier, as if questioning his motives. Sighing again he transfigured his cloak into a basket –complete with baby blanket– and set her in it as gently as he could.
"My little Arrellane, how I wish we could be there with you, watching you grow into the fine woman I know you will become. Please, never forget your family. We will find you as soon as my 'Lord' is vanquished. We will come for our darling Arrellane." At this he let the tears fall. Standing in his spot for longer than he needed to, he bent and clasped a silver bracelet around her tiny wrist. On it were the initials 'A.C.Z. Never forget'. As a final touch he pulled out the letter he was supposed to attach to the 'package'.
"Our Dear Child,
Please understand that this choice did not come easily. We tried thinking of every way to keep you but we could find none that would guarantee your permanent safety. We are truly sorry and deeply remorseful for abandoning you like this, we can only imagine the pain and confusion you feel upon reading this. We hope your adoptive parents have treated you well and have given you all the love you deserve. We are eternally indebted to them for your continued happiness all these years.
Attached to this letter and basket are 100 Galleons (which at the current rate will equal that of £100,000). It is for anything your foster parents may need help with regarding the…delicacy of your background. Please understand darling Arrellane, just because we gave you up to strangers does not mean we do not love you. I fear your biological family will never be the same after this night, but our world is no place for an innocent young woman to grow up in. Much less be used in the ways we fear the Dark Lord has planned for you. We hope to see you soon.
Love always,
CAZ, TGZ, BBZ, NEM, LKM and DXM"
With another great sigh he apparated back to Malfoy Manor where everyone was waiting for him.
At the sight of her husbands' best friend, Cathryn Ariel Zabini broke into heart wrenching sobs. Lucius Malfoy didn't so much as glance at his wife as he just went to the nursery where his son, godson, the little Parkinson girl, the Nott boy and the Greengrass daughters were currently playing.
As he opened the door all eyes watched him curiously albeit with a hint of sadness in each of their young faces, though they were young they knew the consequences of the actions their parents had taken this night. A somber tension filled the nursery, the young girls crying silently as they gathered around the blonde patriarch and his godson. Bitter tears fell from Lucius Malfoy's eyes that night as he held tightly to Draco and Blaise. They too were close to tears as they understood how the once happy group of Purebloods was shattered by the loss of their almost sister.
With a resigned sigh, Lucius set down the two babes and made his way to the parlor where the depressed group of close friends sat and whispered amongst themselves. Cathryn had calmed her sobs to pitiful hiccups, smiling weakly at the women gathered around her offering what little comfort they could. Taddeo Zabini currently slouched in a cushy armchair, a scotch held firmly in his hands as his surrounding mates made jokes in an attempt to cheer up their downtrodden friend. Upon his entrance, all eyes turned to Lucius with varied degrees of wariness etched on their faces. "You are all aware of the circumstances," he began, his voice hoarse from emotion, "with the temporary fall of Tom Riddle and the prophecy concerning us and the Potter's, Arrellane has been placed into the protective custody of a very prominent Muggle orphanage. For the time being, we will watch over the youngest Potter, hide Sirius Black until we can prove his innocence, find Pettigrew and destroy him and –most important –begin training our children in all that we know by the time they become First Years." As he continued to speak of their plans, his voice grew more solid his confidence rising until he spoke in the familiar aristocratic drawl that was customary when dealing with Lucius Malfoy. Despite the confident ring in his voice, tears still fell from his face, only to be calmed slightly when his wife engulfed him in a tender hug.
In a hidden corner, Albus Dumbledore stood silent. He agreed with the elder Malfoy on all accounts save the one concerning the orphaned Harry Potter. "Lucius," his gravelly voice rang out, startling many from their somber reveries. "the boy must be given to the only family he has left. The Dursley's are—"
"The reason muggle society is declining." Cathryn interrupted, surprising everyone. As a once trusted friend of Lily Potter, Cathryn was well acquainted with the hostility that is Petunia Evans-Dursley and her bigot of a husband (having accompanied Lily when she secretly visited the Dursley's in an attempt to repair their lost familial ties). "Albus, if you send the boy to them there is no telling what kind of damage –emotional or otherwise- they will do to our Savior!" She stood, her beautiful face flushed in anger. "I gave up my only daughter for the chance of eternal peace, Albus Dumbledore! I will not allow you to let an orphaned child live with such terrible people. Not while I still draw breath or my heart beats."
A wry smile lit the faces of all in attendance at the passion behind Cathryn's unorthodox speech. Still Albus was adamant in his claim. "The boy will be safer if he knows nothing of the Wizarding world."
"And what of his inheritance? Would you deny an orphaned boy, the esteem of the Potter name and all of its influence?" Lucius cut in again, his grey-blue orbs narrowing, thoroughly prepared to argue for the Potter boys rights of his name and all of its knowledge and wealth.
"A compromise, then?" Arion Nott intercepted, having not the patience to watch men bicker in such grave times. "Let the boy live with these…Dursley's and we will hire someone to watch over them from afar. If any act of violence is reported against them regarding Mr. Potter we will intervene. And that can be anywhere from sending him to the Orphanage Arrellane is currently registered at, or send him to Sirius Black after we have thoroughly proven him innocent, again. Are we in agreement?" There was an exhausted murmur of agreement, the fight in everyone having drained from their tired bodies, leaving them all emotionally incapacitated. The time for arguments and disunity was passing. The social elite would raise their children differently than how they themselves had been raised. It had taken years to finally see the truth, but when it finally became obvious just how petty blood prejudice was they all took a Wizards Oath to raise their children to see the truth.
A/N So there it is. My new version of A Bond That Never Breaks.
R&R please, criticisms are always welcome ;]