The walls of Narcissa's cell in Azkkaban were stony and wet. A smell of dampness constantly lingering in the had lost weighed since the ordeal began, her face was now belonged to a skeleton, her locks steady falling out to create a veil instead of a mane of blonde hair in front of her pale eyes carried bags under them much larger than they should have been but despite all this, despite the demanding hunger pains that gnawed her insides, despite the prominent depression that filled every open space in her fragile body all she could focus on was the tiny baby in her weak baby that clung to her like a koala on a tree branch. Narcissa let her elegant fingers brush her sons light blonde fell from her eyes onto him and he looked at her with sadness

"What's wrong?" he lisped.

He hoped they were leaving here soon, he didn't like how it felt, like he was cold on the she had a chance to explain the guards announced that time was boy cried as the guards ripped him from Narcissa arms and she fell to her knees, sobbing louder than Draco's small voice could have hoped to roared and screamed and beat her fists bloody off the cold stony is it she thought, this is what will kill wont be the Lucius or the Dark Lord or even the will be not seeing my son for eleven that by the time i leave this dreaded place i will be no more than a stranger to my sweet that thought in mind she let out one more glass shattering scream before passing out from exhaustion.

On december second 1982 the ministry of magic determined the future of young Draco most of his living realitives were now in Azakaban it was considered wise to place him in the children program of the domestic undertaking of magic people commonly know as the DUMP, although the ministry would never admit to using such and Lucius were granted one final visit before Draco would be officially be admitted to the would be eleven years until Narcissa and Lucius' sentences would be finished and until that time they would be granted zero visits or influences to their son, so as not to turn him in any were in azkaban for the terrible crimes they committed during the wizarding they pleaded that they were under the Imperius curse, they were found guilty.

Even though Draco two years old he still felt something was wanted his mother and didn't want these silly old women cucking and cooing at wanted his mother and all he wanted and all he thought he would ever want for eleven years to come.

Mr. and Mrs. granger died on the second of december only child Miss Hermione Granger would be left in the hands of the Ministery of Magic who had got word when she was only a year old that she was performing small acts of of utter curiosity the ministry followed up on their investigation on this unusual child only to find the allegations to be when her parents died a month later the Minister scooped in to collect her before her parents bodies had a chance to get erased any record of her in the muggle world and repeated how luck she was to be a muggle born and get to grow up in the wizarding she cried the DUMP staff laughed and joked. "Silly thing,If only she knew how very lucky she was" they didn't cluck and coo at hermione,Instead her fierious crying annoyed them,instantly labelling her a troublemaker at the dangerous age of one.

A large woman had entered the room then, to find out what child was causing all the ruckus, the moment she laid eyes on Hermione she felt disgust in her mouth. Hadn't any one told the ministry this was a pure blood orphanage? No she grimaced, they weren't allowed refuse muggle borns . If Hermione had known Molly weasley then she would have thought the Matron looked uncannily like the motherly only difference between the two was there love for all plaws loved a selected group of loved children with noble families and powerful parents, children's who bloodlines ran long and spent a year in that orphanage before Draco had been a year of neglect, the staff at the Dump never laid a finger or a hex on the tiny girl, but it always seemed like Hermione drew the short christmas she got the least and worst presents, a dinner she got the smallest treats were ever given out they made sure she was at the back of the queue, incase they ran out, which they usually did.

All of this never spoken aloud, never were they orders to deliberately discriminate against Hermione everyone did it because they Hermione sped ahead the other children in terms of her development, A the age of two she was slowly learning to control her magic before other children her age had started to use it making the workers hate her even more.

DUMP was beautiful, it didn't look like an orphanage,From its chandeliers to long polished hallways, it was nothing short of staff go DUMP were all well paid but they resented their jobs, some of them only wishing they had been orphans of them wished they were Hermione though,for they knew that life at DUMP for the toddler would be much harder than their lives could ever hope to be, she had a target on her back painted by Matron Plaws.

On december second 1982 Hermione woke up in the middle of the night to a cry coming from the cot next to didn't know who this new child was but his cry soon had her crying too and the Matron swiftly entered the room a scowl imprinted on her face

"Hermione!You bold girl!You've woken Draco with your noise" Hermione cried louder now at being shouted at so matron carried Draco from the room, his tiny body shaking from hours of crying.

"Hush now, everything will be fine" she cradled him close to her chest to comfort him, but her arms where too plump and she didn't smell like his he cried and Matron Plaws, after a few more swings brought him back into the nursery.

Hermione had ceased her crying but her rosy lip quivered as she stood peering over the cream barrier of her kicked and fussed as Matron Plaws tucked him back into bed.

"Now, now Master Draco, just hush now for a little while" hermione had never heard the matron use such a nurturing last time she had ever heard anyone speak like that near her was her knowing why she was crying she started again,she thought she might be crying because something was missing and she wanted someone to get it for her.

"Merlin's beard, would you shut up!" the matron hissed at up of the children the Matron left the room again and Hermione stared the boy next to her, Draco noticing Hermione presence decided to ask her an important question

"Mama?" at that small word hermione fell back on her bed, her chest hurting for want of her own mother,she seemed like a distant memory, like remembering a smell or how it feels to be toddlers cried into the night, their anguished screams creating a sickly sweet melody of want.

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