BANG!
"Urgh, What is that?" Narcissa moaned, getting out of bed.
"Just little Ivy, Cissy." Lucius replied, smiling fondly at the little toddler.
Ivy Narcissa Malfoy was slim, blonde and very pale. She had already used magic at the age of three and Lucius was sure she could be a better witch than Dumbledore.
"Mother…" Said Ivy. This pleased Narcissa greatly that she didn't have to put up with her child pronouncing words wrong for years.
Narcissa hugged Ivy and whispered,"Yes dear?"
Ivy looked a little uncertain on what her mother would say and stared at the floor."Am I aloud to go outside for a night time walk?"
Lucius scowled and turned to face the wall. He hated it when kids did that. Rules weren't made to be broken. He bit his lip to stop himself from upsetting the child as he knew that with her force of magic, he couldn't really stop her.
"Well, you can go up to our private Quidditch pitch if you like, No further." Narcissa said, frowning. It was no good telling her exactly why she couldn't go past the grounds as it would only scare her. Voldemort wouldn't be able to stomach something so loveable.
The wind blowing her hair across her face, Ivy bent down to look at a small blue fire in the grass. She stepped into it, oblivious to the heat and was whisked away into the night.
Ivy sensed something wasn't right as she looked around Godric's Hollow. She came here quite often without her parents and Draco noticing so it was a safe place to be. Ivy looked through the bushes to see a house that wasn't normally there. Inside was a boy riding on a toy broomstick and a red headed woman laughing on the sofa. Ivy watched the family longingly. About five minutes later, a man with glasses askew came running into the living room with a look of horror. He seemed to be pointing out the window. When Ivy looked she saw the most horrible thing. A man with no nose and red eyes was staring straight at her. It turned, walking into the house and Ivy followed. Even though no one had noticed her so far, she felt as if nothing noticed her as she pushed open the gate. Inside the house a man lay, apparently asleep on the stairs. Ivy looked down at him and sighed. She then proceeded up the stairs to see the strange man pointing a wand at Lily. In the moments that Lily spotted Ivy and looked pleadingly into her eyes he had cast a spell and Lily screamed, falling to the floor. Voldemort turned to Harry and as he was blown apart, Lily's wand fell into Ivy's hand and green sparks showered her body. The wand was ready to serve someone new.