Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognise from the Harry Potter series. That honour rests completely on the shoulders of J. .
Prologue
The chill was frozen in the air as wild winds whipped round trees, howling and shrieking into the night, and slamming heavy wooden doors shut. Translucent hailstones threw themselves mercilessly into the the glass panes of windows, instantly shattering them. Strong gusts of wind shook the towers of Hogwarts and rattled the gates that were no longer locked and barred.
Through those iron wrought gates and down the heavily snow laden paths that led to Hogsmeade, drenched fallen branches blocked the path, but lights still shone in that far off village, made by the drunken pubs open on the longest night of the year. Yet only two people were out on this fierce night, at the mercy of the wind and rain. The first, a man. With his platinum blond hair and steely grey eyes, there was no doubt that this man was handsome, but a frown creased his forehead as he walked briskly through the snow. His pale ice blue robes swished around his feet and a name tag was pinned to his chest pocket. It read 'Healer Malfoy'
The other was a woman. Her caramel hair floated wildly around her place drawn face. The chocolate pools of her eyes were haunted, empty. They no longer held the spark they had so strongly broadcasted in her youth. Her ragged clothes showed poverty. She had a child strapped to her back and she was obviously heavily pregnant. Through the sleeves of her ripped dress, a grotesque scar tainted her left forearm. The scar was a word. Just the one. Mudblood.