Right, this story is made completely on a whim, but I have a really good feeling about this story and I hope you stick with it as I really feel it will become something special. Well, that's my hope anyway. Please enjoy and reviews are always bound to put a smile on my face! (Not dropping any hints or anything haha!) On with the show...Oh and please let me know if I'm too ooc in this chapter. I don't think I am but it's better to be told than get it badly wrong

Malfoy Manor, January 13th, 13 years ago

"One more push Mrs Malfoy and it's all over." the medi-with calmly stated. With one final agonising scream, Narcissa Malfoy pushed for all she was worth and a baby's cries filled the room.

"What is it?" Came the voice of Lucius Malfoy as he entered the room and saw the baby being wrapped up in a pale green blanket.

The medi-witch almost looked fearful as she responded to him.

"It's a girl Mr Malfoy"

Lucius frowned at the information, and his expression turned cold and thoughtful. Though exhausted, Narcissa wanted nothing more to hold her baby, but seeing the look in her husband's eyes left her with a feeling of dread. She just knew what was going to happen. Lucius walked over and peered at the baby, looking at the bright blue eyes staring back at him. Lucius then looked at the medi-witch, all thoughtfulness gone, just coldness being left behind.

"I have no need for a girl. I don't care what you do with her, I want her out of my sight and I never want to see her again."

With that he moved to leave the room, stopping only to give his wife one last look and vanishing out of sight. Narcissa turned her teary blue eyes towards the medi-witch and held her arms out to the baby, and she was passed to her. She cradled her child and watched with a sad smile as her daughter nuzzled into her.

"My baby. My darling" She whispered softly.

She knew that she would never hold her daughter again, and as she was taken from her mother, the infant began to scream. Narcissa herself struggled to hold herself together, but she knew she had to stay strong. She could only watch with tears falling as the med-witch left with the infant, the only thing she felt able to do was to shout out a single sentence.

"Her name is Daria!"

The medi-witch nodded and finally left and Narcissa cried with sorrow, vowing that when she finally did have a son, she would do everything in her power to ensure that she protect him.

And so it was that nobody but Lucius, Narcissa and the medi-witch knew, not even Lord Voldemort or even Narcissa's own sister Bellatrix knew about the existence of Daria, all they were told is that the infant had died in childbirth. Lucius soon forgot he even had a daughter once his son Draco was born just two years later, but Narcissa never once gave up hope that one day her daughter would return to her. Of course, Lucius brushed the notion off, claiming that the child would never know about the magical world and would never come back, but he didn't take one factor into account.

Albus Dumbledore. And how one day, 11 years later a young girl named Daria Jackson, who up until that moment thought she was a regular young girl that had done a few unexplainable things in her past that had since been forgotten, received her letter offering her a placement at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a position she enthusiastically accepted.