Chapter One
On October 31st, 1981, Madison Riddle met Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco Malfoy. They coddled her as much as a Riddle or Malfoy could be coddled, and she cried as little as a Riddle or Malfoy could cry. As she grew older she was taught etiquette, flying, and combat. Combat was her favorite; she despised etiquette. Madison spent almost all of her time with Narcissa and as little time as possible with Draco, who always teased her and tugged on her long black braids.
When she was eleven years old, Madison met her father, Tom, for the first time she could remember. He was "Tom" no longer – he was Lord Voldemort, a soul residing in another man's body. The man he was possessing was very quiet, and Madison was almost as scared of him, with his narrowed, shifty eyes, as she was of her father. They went that year to Draco's school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the pale, frightening young man was teaching. Madison was relieved for the first time that she hadn't been allowed to attend. Only Draco returned at the end of the year.
Narcissa continued her education, and when Madison turned twelve years old she was taken into muggle London. Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy had overheard her ward singing and quickly determined to take the girl to her old vocal instructor, Mrs. Pherris. Mrs. Pherris was a slender old black woman who got directly to the point and didn't care for tears. She and Madison got on well, and the girl chose to place her vocal lessons before even her combat; Narcissa allowed her to do so happily. It wasn't proper for a young woman to spend so much time fighting.
One day, Madison noticed Narcissa fretting more than usual. Finally, when they were alone having their tea, she inquired curiously.
Narcissa sighed. "Draco," she said, drawing out his name in irritation. "has gotten himself into a spot of trouble – again. Apparently, he called a hippogriff a 'great, ugly brute.'"
The raven-haired girl gasped. "Merlin, is the idiot all right?"
Rolling her icy blue eyes, the woman nodded. "He's perfectly fine. But of course, they're making a spectacle of themselves, so Lucius won't be home for a while."
Later that afternoon, the Malfoy males arrived for dinner. They ate silently, with the exception of Draco's whimpering over his gashed arm. Finally, Madison threw down her fork.
"Don't be such a baby, Draco."
She stormed up to her room, ignoring Narcissa's shocked cries. She was admonished strictly by the older woman a few hours later about her "serious lack of courtesy," then advised to go apologize to Draco before he returned to school.
"Lucius and I have already said goodbye."
She rolled her emerald green eyes and trudged to the commons, where the huge fireplace rested and Draco stood arrogantly waiting. She couldn't keep herself from mocking him.
"Aw, did the mean ickle birdy hurt you, Draco?" He glared at her as she came to stand across from him. "What were you thinking, you great blonker? You could've been killed!"
The blonde young man stepped closer to her, looking down threateningly. "And what would you care?"
Her eyes widened and quickly shifted away from his; she straightened her back. "I—" Her voice cracked. "I wouldn't."
He took another step forward. "Look me in the eyes and say that."
She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. Looking him straight in his stormy grey eyes, she said, "I. Wouldn't. Care."
He squinted, trying to read her emotions. Then he kissed her. Both turning rather scarlet, they quickly backed away from each other. They then hurriedly reminded each other of Draco's need to return to Hogwarts and awkwardly shook hands before his departure. When he was gone, Madison groaned, rolling her eyes.
"Draco sodding Malfoy."