Prologue:
It was midnight.
The white crescent glinted in the murky sky, grinning creepily upon the streets below. Presumably, no soul could be seen upon the gloomy lit city, aside from a single woman who hobbled along the street, rather clumsily. She cuddled a bundle of cloth close to her chest, clutching it protectively.
With a short raspy breath, she paused at a large manor, with antiquated glory and wealthy pride. Effortlessly she passed through the gate and slipped into the garden. She limped towards the door, wincing in at the doorstep, she laid down the bundle upon the doorsteps with great gentleness.A smile spread on her exhausted and scarred face as she a tear slipped down her crimson cheek.
Her mouth moved for a moment, before she collapsed on to the floor, blood spilling out of her ankle and drenching her as she faded into green light, disappearing from the existence of the world.
A few moments later, the door swung open following gasps of shock and horror as well the ensuing chaos. The lady behind the door looked at the bundle of cloth on her doorsteps and a sense of dread and maternal instinct overtook her. She quickly cradled the bundle and unwrapped the dozens of coarse fabric securely veiling him. Her eyes widened with ghastly sympathy. The baby had pure white hair like snow and a scar marred his adorable and fair face. She glimpsed his left hand, charred black and mutated in appearance.
"Poor you..." She whispered, pity tracing her words, as she stroked the soft cheeks, "Were you abandoned?"
Her quick eyes didn't fail to discern the words embroidered in lavender, upon his blankets. Her brow furrowed, and she carefully straightened the blanket with a free finger. A smile crept onto her face.
Allen Walker.
"So you are Allen?" She was suprised to find herself loving him already. She glanced inside then at the baby, muttering with a smile, "Draco wouldn't mind if I make you mine, right?"
With love and caution, she carefully carried the child to the warm inside and closed the gate to coldness.