Disclaimer: Unfortunately, we are not J.K Rowling or her heiress, so we don't own Harry, Draco , not even Lucius and Voldemort….uuhhh so sad, its very unfair. Except the Aiden's of course, they belong to us.

Prolog

Lucius Malfoy bowed elegantly to the snake like man before him. He stood in his place with the proud gesture as a Malfoy should be.

"To what do I honor the call upon me, My Lord?" he asked with his deep baritone voice.

"Ah, Lucius… the time is come,finally" the snake like man purred with satisfaction. "It's time to get rid that boy… before he comes in my way, before the prophecy be fulfilled…"

Something stirred deep within Lucius mind, but his expression was never one to betray him. Remained calm, he questioned, "The boy My Lord? Have you found him?"

Lord Voldemort chuckled to Lucius secretive displeased. "Ah, yes…. A traitor, Lucius, a traitor among them gladly handed me the information, with a little bit threaten of course. But he was never the one to deny the power before him. Fidelius Charm, mind you Lucius…. That's why we never found him…. Never found them…. But this little traitor shall be a handful for us." He laughed maniacally. "Isn't it wonderful Lucius? Come my loyal one, tonight…. I shall give you a bit of entertainment. Tonight at Godric's Hollow."

Never once Voldemort witnessed the pursed thin lips and the clenched teeth of Lucius, for he growled a little and bowed his head, hid his face in the long platinum hair of his, and said whisper, "Tonight indeed…"

Gone was his once master, in the hand of a little boy. Lucius stared at the pool of emerald in front of him. With the lightning scarred face, he for sure will be famous, Lucius thought. The man reached out his hand to touch the boy, the boy that the Malfoy family worshiped to guard and watch from a far. It had happened since the first generation of Malfoy.

A little cry startled him before his finger touch the said boy. The voice came from behind him, not long after that the said boy cried too. It puzzled the man. Who might that be?

With curiosity, he followed the trace of the noise. Soon it became clearer and louder. Right in front of his eyes is a big wardrobe. Trembled, he opened it to face another crying baby. His eyes got wide. As a little suspect fell upon him, he took the baby to his hand and opened the blanket.

There, a little baby girl revealed with the same lightning scar on her chest. The shock stopped him for a while. A cry from the cross of the room let him back to the reality. He brought the girl and put her beside the boy. The boy who lived stopped crying abruptly and started to giggle as the girl responded the same.

Lucius held his breath. "For the name of my ancestors, it's the Aiden!"

The young Black flied up on the once a small cottage in the name of Godric's Hollow, for it has became a ruin. He landed his flying motorcycle in not a smooth landing, for his worries has cached up his mind. He took a quick pace to enter the ruin, and what he saw nearly made him cry.

In the middle of the ruin, Harry laid with a blanket and glass like barrier wrapped around him. He cried loudly and no sight of James or Lily came to his eyes.

It is a nightmare, Godric's Hollow was burnt down and not even James' and Lily's bodies were found that night. Only a little Harry with tears in his eyes. Sirius presumed that the glass like barrier was probably the one who saved the little child from the fallen ruin. He cradled the lithe body in his arms and whispered soothing things in his little ears.

Once the boy calmed, Sirius felt something missing. He struck in horror in realization.

"Harriet!" he shouted.

No sign. No cry, only silence answered him.

In a deep of shadow, a pair of eyes watch Sirius intently, the man heard what he shouted. He glance to the girl in his arms, and whispered softly "so your name is Harriet a little one" and he smiled.

In time with half giant man approached Sirius, Lucius took a last look to Harry and the next moment he no longer be seen from the place where he stood.

Someone knocked the Blanc Manor door. The mistress of the house opened it elegantly and faced the aristocrat man with long blond platinum hair. She eyed him suspiciously and he bowed in salute.

"Good evening, madame." He greeted politely.

"Evening….a Malfoy?" as she saw the Malfoy ring signet on his finger.

"Yes Madam, may I have a talk with the head of the Blanc?"

"Very well, come in."

"So, you are saying that she is a Potter?" said Mr. Phillippe Blanc. He turned to his wife and said, "Julie dear, please call my mum. She had to know this for once she was a Potter."

Phillipe Blanc and Lucius Malfoy stared each other as her disappearance to deep inside the manor. 15 minutes later an older lady came accompany her. Till lady sat on the throne chair and she focused to Lucius eyes, searching for the truth.

" She is an Aiden, isn't it?" said the lady.

" How did you know, madame?" asked Lucius.

" Since Saphira come to the family, and married my uncle Thomas, I was the last heiress of Potter." She said.

Lucius nodded and said further " I can't take care of her, so I shall leave her with her blood, for you my lady sure understand what does it mean of an Aiden."

" I see, I'll take care of her."she said.

" Not you Mum, but us." Phillippe said. " What is her name, Mr Malfoy?"

" Harr….Clarissa Aiden."

" And her middle name?"

" How about Luciana, for it is to remind her of you, Mr. Malfoy." Julie said.

A/n: We're sorry if the grammar were not proper but we still hope you enjoy the story. Any way, since this is our very first fiction and we made it in the middle of the night, sometime in early morning, and definitely in the middle of nowhere, please just bear with us. The story will continue if we've got at least 5 reviews. Be it flames, critics, or whatever you want to say just review, we will appreciate it.