I don't own Harry Potter. Last time I checked, JRK owned it. The only thing I own is Rhiannon Malfoy, and some of the twists of this story line. Issaline Harris is the property of Lady Amaranth, and Celastoria Greengrass belongs to another friend. They are both used with permission.

Chapters 1-3 are updated


A Long time Before. About the same time as Chapter 1 of The Philosopher's Stone(age 4, just)
"He's gone, Narcissa," said Lucius, his voice tight as he stooped to pick up Rhiannon.
"How? When? So these rumors are true?" Narcissa sank into a chair.

"Yes, they are true. Every last one," he replied bitterly. "After all that, he was defeated by a small child. That Potter baby is no older than Draco." He practically spat the name Potter.
Rhiannon, snuggling into the fine fabric of her father's black robes, looked up at him and asked timidly, "You mean...He's gone, Daddy?" Lucius looked at his wife, one eyebrow raised, but all he said was, "Yes Rhian, the Dark Lord is gone. Now surely it is time for little girls to be in bed."
Rhiannon rubbed her eyes and nodded sleepily, resting her head on her father's shoulder. To her four year old mind, her father was no longer in danger. The evil wizard was gone. She didn't even remember falling asleep.