Harry Potter and Lady Malfoy
A.N.: Hey guys, this is my first story. I would like to thank in advance anyone who reads this and reviews.
I do not own the Harry Potter series.
London 1981
BOOM!
Screams filled the alley. Panic and chaos good friends of each other, and in the middle of it all a man letting his guffaws escape.
Splash, splash, splash.
Aurors filled the alley and the man didn't look away from a missing piece surrounded by scorch marks. The tall man had wavy hazel hair singed from the explosion as he guffawed with his wand in his right hand almost breaking the wand himself by the brute strength of his hold on it.
"Sirius Black!" called sharply a senior auror, "You are arrested for the death of Peter Pettigrew and whichever muggles you have attacked today. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
The aurors felt disgusted when Sirius Black, former auror and Head of the Black family, could not speak for himself laughing too hard to coherently form a sentence.
"Take him away men, if I see the bloody death eater any longer I will kill him myself."
The aurors rushed to the newly convicted man not noticing in their rush his wand had disappeared to the hands of a younger more inexperienced Black and vermin scuttled into the sewers leaving a path of blood from his front paw.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place
In London, an unseen house, with a dark unwelcoming exterior and seemingly rickety wood stairs leading to the door no less frightening from the rest of the house with its blood red color held a man and his unlikely daughter.
"Uncle Sev, I- I can't fe- sob- feel them!"
"I am sure they are fine, Adolphine" said the hooked nosed man, weary of what it meant to have Potter's wand near him without the man himself bursting in and demanding it back. Of course he would demand it from me with suspicion because he wouldn't dare be rash with a child. How ironic…
"But what if they're not! Daddy went to get Mommy and Uncle Prongs, what if they don't come back!" the child working itself to an anxiety attack. "What if -if Harry doesn't come back? -Sob"
"Dee, look at me child" turns her around in his grasp, "Your father will be fine, I have you and I am not letting you disappear from my arms. Your mother is one of the strongest witches I know and I am sure you will find her inside you… in every smile you give, in every sly glance with your mother's emerald eyes, and in your core -in the very thing that keeps you alive her magic is pulsing with you-. Do you understand?" He said as he picked her chin up and looked at her glassy green eyes.
She pushed herself to his arms and willed him not to let go with her magic alone as he gave a long, weary sigh pushing her hair out of her usually ever-changing face. They must be gone for her to have remained with their features as long as she has. How long has it been? Merlin, Black would kill me if he saw she stayed up until 2am -sigh- but he is not exactly here to defend his claim, is he?
"Come on its time for you to rest" he picked her from her waist and cradled her with a tenderness he was not aware he possessed before her.
She did not let go of the wands, still shinning from whatever spell had been last cast, as she fell asleep in his arms exhausted from the hardships of the day. He found himself incapable of letting her go when they reached her bed.
Oh Lily, how I wish it was not true, but we both stayed up until sunrise looking for the effects of the adoption and I know what it means to have your wand here -no, I must not let her be broken. She needs me, for some reason beyond me she chose me to protect her.
He sat down resting on the headboard with his child in his arms and pulled the handmade too large quilt Lily had made after Adolphine arrived. He still remembered Lily's fussing around the little girl while the child -his godchild- looked at her awake and curious, but calm. She was not a spoilt child, she only cried when she needed something and that is what broke his heart. And right now, she needs something I cannot give her.
She twisted in his grasp her unoccupied hand grabbing a hold of the black robes he wore the previous day as if sensing his thoughts and snuggled in his arms sighing contently. We will be fine, Lily and Potter would not have it any other way and I will have to make sure of it.