Prolouge
The small, dark haired girl clung to the man's hand, as he raised the large brass knocker, letting it fall heavily against the oak door. It was late, and it was raining, and Nissa was scared. She was hardly more than a baby, and had been nestled in her bed at home when the stranger's had burst in, snatching her from her bed and apparating with her. She knew where they were, of course she knew. They had taken her to the home of her Maternal Aunt & Uncle. But she didn't know why. None of them had spoken to her when they had taken her, and she was too scared to ask any questions.
The door was answered by a House Elf in a dirty old pillowcase. The men regarded him disdainfully before announcing that they had come to see Lucius and Narcissa. Within minutes, they were ushered into a grand parlor, and Nissa scampered into one of the chairs, crossing her ankles and folding her hands as she had been taught.
"What is the meaning of this"? Lucius demanded as he strolled into the parlor, his wife hastily closing her dressing gown as she hurried in behind him.
"Rodolphus and Bellatrix have been arrested" the man nearest to Nissa spoke gruffly. "They were found torturing Frank and Alice Longbottom for information on The Dark Lord's whereabouts. Luckily our contact at the Ministry was quick in informing us, we got the girl before the Auror's did"
Narcissa looked down her nose at the child in the chair. Her sister's child, although her sister rarely did more for the girl than swat at her. "Do the Auror's know of her?" she asked softly.
"Aye. And Our Contact at the Ministry has already informed them that the child was staying with you, dropped off earlier by her parents. You'll keep her then? Raise her?"
Narcissa looked at her husband, "We will"