Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry potter related that includes this story except vendetta.
Draco looked at the little girl that had attached itself to him. Her scraggly brown hair glinted in a deep black as her wide green eyes looked around in amazement. She was of small, build, pale skin stretched over small bones. Big eyes were set into sallow cheeks showing of high cheekbones. A small amount of curves addressed her slight frame. Ragged clothes hung limply off her bony shoulders two times to big. The shirt going to her ankles, her age being that of five years. She clung to Draco's leg, her small arms wrapped tightly around his pant clad legs under his dress robe. Draco was in his seventh year, and he had inherited all of malfoy manor and the money that went with that.
He sighed, his hand absently stroking her hair as he thought about were she came from. He had been walking by the ruin's were Hermione had punched him in fourth year and had come across the little dear laying prone on the ground. Since then she had stuck to him, calling him mama when she was talking to him. He had taken her to Madam Pomphrey and then gone to see the headmaster. Because the little girl had gone in to shock when she woke up to find her self-dubbed mother was not their, the headmaster had given him access to a different room in the west tower next to the owlery. There was a common room, two bedrooms, one being used as a guestroom while Draco and the little girl slept in the other, a bathroom and a study room all to themselves. Wondering what her name was, Draco looked down at his little attachment.
"Kid," whispered Draco into the 5 year olds ear, " what's your full name?"
The little girl to his surprise answered back, "daddy called me vendetta malfoy-potter, but mama always called me his little angel."