This story is OC-centric, but it's not an alternative. Written as a sidestory to my main fanfic in Polish, can be read separately (I wouldn't be translating it if it couldn't).

It seemed a normal late spring day. I wasn't busy with anything, apart of some training.

I've always dreamt of becoming an auror. And this meant a lot of training. Shield Charm was one of my favourite, so I made my brother train with me in our garden behind the manor. Our father put us into a protection sphere so that we wouldn't destroy anything, as happened before, but it also made it impossible for any of us to escape. And so, we fought. Gone were the days when any of us could mistake Sectumsempra and Rictumsempra, but we couldn't avoid minor injuries. Not that we cared a lot about it. Our mother was a skilled healer, after all.
Our little training gave us both a few bruises and cuts when suddenly, with a loud THUD, someone fell out of nowhere. I could easily recognize a blind Apparation, so I blocked Radek's spell and gave him a sign of "end of training". Radek nodded and we both aimed our wands at the sphere to put it down. Then I dashed to the fallen young man. He was wearing a cloak like nothing that I've ever seen here in Poland, and a mask on his face. He was unconscious, but I was sure that he wasn't Apparated here - he did it by himself. And he was bleeding.
I had to undress him to examine his wounds. As I was taking off his cloak, I told Radek to go get mum. I tore the man's robes apart and recognized he was hit with at least one Sectumsempra, and some other harming spells. On his left forearm, I noticed the Dark Mark. It seemed that either he could Apparate for such a long distance, or Death Eaters spread to France or Germany. I closed most of wounds before my mum came. First thing she did was checking if he wasn't cursed with Decay Curse or Infected Wounds Curse. Then, she took away all the curses he was under and closed the rest of his wounds. The man was so pale that I was sure he'd lost lots of blood.

'What will we do with him?' my mum asked. 'He's a Death Eater. I know. And you are going to be an auror. But as a healer, I can't just let him die...'

'Mum, if I wanted to leave him for dead, I wouldn't call for you...' I sighed. Mum nodded and she levitated the young Death Eater to our rough-and-ready infirmary room. I decided to stay with him until he'd wake up. My first reason was to interrogate him - to know where the hell he came from. I gazed at him. He was handsome, with his pale skin, nicely shaped face and long, fair hair. I stroked his hair. It was soft and sleek. I couldn't help smiling. If every Death Eater was this handsome, there would be so few female enemies of them... and so many women would gladly accept the Mark. Not that I would be one of them. I was already after two auror's test and going to take the third the following year. I wasn't going to make friends with this Death Eater. Only interrogate him, I told myself, and send him home as he couldn't have done anything wrong here and we couldn't punish anyone for just being a Death Eater. I looked at the little table next to our infirmary bed. Many of the aurors living nearby own Portkeys leading right to our garden, in case they needed medical help immediately. Normally, there would be only a Healing Sleep Potion and one of many potions mum used on patients who lost too much blood. This time, there was also a little vial of a clear potion. It had to be Veritaserum. I smiled to myself. My mum was always so predicting. She would give me tools, even if she knew I wouldn't need them. I used more Legillimency than truth potions.

I was waiting for about two hours, busying myself with crosswords, until the Death Eater woke up. I quickly cast the Language Spell on him. I was never into foreign languages. I waited for a while - it wasn't long, but I wanted the Death Eater to look around. I came up to him when he was trying to sit up.

'Do not move too much' I said strongly. 'You will open your wounds again if you do.'

I looked into his eyes, smiling gently. I wanted him to feel safe so that he wouldn't use Occlumency. He smiled back to me, quite weakly.

'Who... are... you?' he asked with difficulty. I sighed, as it seemed questioning had to wait. I stroked his cheek gently. He didn't cringe for my touch. It seemed to please him.

'My name is Agnieszka Antkowiak' I said calmly. 'You are in my parents' house. You Apparated right to our garden, badly hurt. Drink this' I poured him a dose of Blood-Replenishing Potion. 'You lost a lot of blood. This will help you.'

The Death Eater gladly accepted the potion, but seemed quite confused as I helped him to drink it. He didn't expect any care? I was glad I didn't tell him I was almost an auror. He would panic. '

Do you want the Healing Sleep Potion now?' I asked.

'No' he said quietly. I nodded.

'Are you hungry?'

'No.'

I knew I shouldn't interrogate him yet, but I wanted to ask him one question he was definitely capable of answering.

'What's your name?'

'Lucius' the Death Eater said. 'Lucius Malfoy.'

That's it for today, next chapter coming soon (it's all written and translated already). Please review!