Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter. This time I don't even own the plot. The plot belongs to Dalene Matthee. And I don't intend on making any money with this or any of my stories.
A/N: please enjoy!
1.
The weather was dreadful; the whole Malfoy property was covered in fog. The woods that surrounded the house were packed with darkness and fear.
Mr Lucius Malfoy was busy doing the job that his many house elves couldn't, when his wife Narcissa Malfoy, brought him some coffee.
"Pita isn't with you, is she?" she asked.
Lucius shook his head and frowned at the stupid question. Narcissa nodded and left absentmindedly.
About and hour later, Draco – Lucius' five year old son – came up to him.
"What mischief are you up to son?" Lucius asked his boy.
"Mom asks if Pita is here. She's not anywhere in the house' Draco answered.
"For goodness sakes, is she looking for her again?" Lucius asked as he dropped his work and walked with Draco to the house.
"Woman! Have you lost Pita?" Lusius asked as he entered the house.
"I can't find her anywhere Lucius," she sounded panicked. For a moment Lucius left his anger and embraced his wife.
After that they started looking for the three year old. The staff of the house helped and the ministry came around the next day to assist. But they couldn't find her; not in the woods or the nearby houses.
After two days of search Narcissa started having panic attacks. The next-door neighbour took Narcissa's youngest from her till she could calm down.
After a week the search stopped. Narcissa was sad and depressed but she could function normally.
"We have to go on Narcissa. We have Draco and Peter to take care of." Lucius tried to comfort her.
Seven months later, a couple bushwhacks found the trampled body of a three-year-old girl. Lucius found out about it and he was certain it was his daughter. So they wrote the little girl off and went on with their lives with five-year-old son and sixteen month old boy.