I've read tons of Dramione fanfiction, and this is my first attempt in writing about them (in full scale). I just can't shake off this idea, y'know.
JK still owns everything.
Carina Lucille Malfoy was born to Narcissa Black nee Malfoy and Lucius Malfoy a few years following Voldemort's demise in Godric's Hollow. She was the first woman born of the pureblood family in her generation, and was the pride and joy of her mother.
However, she was born blind, and Lucius could not spare any imperfection.
When Carina was born, Draco was four years old.
He hated the attention his mother gave to Carina. He was used to his father's indifference, but his mother never lost sight of him before the cherub came. Months before Carina was born, Draco would blatantly deny the swelling of his mother's womb.
Upon her birth, Draco's eyes never shifted from her again.
He loved the little girl dearly. Narcissa was so glad that the boy's perception of his sister changed for the better, and had requested him to be her protector. Draco was proud of his new role - the guardian of his pureblood princess.
Draco was first to notice that Carina cannot distinguish colors.
During the early months of her infancy, Carina was observed to be highly sensitive to sounds, smells, and touches. She would smile happily when she hear Draco calling her his little princess. She would giggle when Narcissa holds her close to her chest. She lived for the moments when her brother and mother would shower her attention.
But her eyes never stay still.
Child healers were baffled by Carina's blindness, but are more inclined to wait until Carina is older to assess the extent of her affliction. They wished to consult to their Muggle counterparts, but the healer who suggested it received the brunt of Lucius' anger.
Narcissa took their evaluation with understanding. Draco, upon knowing, innocently petted Carina's abdomen and told her that he will be her eyes.
But Lucius never did a thing.
One evening, Draco was down with fever and tremors.
He shivered beneath the layers of fur his mother covered him with. Narcissa, with her tied her and unwavering poise, haphazardly covered herself with a dressing robe and stayed by Draco's side. She wanted to bring Carina with her, but had been nearly ill with worry for her eldest and had not wanted Carina to catch her brother's illness. Lucius was away for business and would be impossible to be summoned, no matter what reason.
He led his family with an iron hand, just like he led their family business.
Draco lay limp and pale on his bed, dreaming of rolling fields and laughter of two white-blonde children, not knowing that he will soon be on his own again.
Lucius snuck out of the manor like a common thief before dawn broke.
Holding Carina in his arms during the escape is a memory he will never lost. For the first time, Lucius held the child and carried her to her demise. He wanted to believe that the sacrifice of this child is justifiable to ensure the purity of his family's blood from any affliction.
He would not fail the Malfoy line.
He left the child at the gates of a Muggle cemetery, in hopes that the pallbearer would be sensible enough to bury her in an unmarked grave.
Lucius never breathed a word of his actions that night. Narcissa, when Draco's fever finally broke, was driven mad by the sudden loss of her daughter.
The lost look in Draco's eyes never faded.