Author's Foreword Before you get all confused and send me reviews being like "this isn't what the summary said" I just want to clarify that there is a three part prologue that takes place in their first year, just to explain how they met and what not. Then the real story starts. You can skip it if you want, it's not vital :)

Also, this is a rewrite of sorts so the prologue may sound familiar. I started posting this story going through their first year and everything, but I was running out of things to do that were PG so I took down the story and have been working on writing it for older teens/adults.

I hope you enjoy it and reviews are always welcome, from members or non-members. I always reply to reviews, even if it's just a "thanks". So review, review, review! Thanks!

P.S. Title suggestions are VERY welcome!

Disclaimer If you recognize it I don't own it. This disclaimer is going to count for the whole story so don't sue me if you don't see it in later chapters. Thank you!

Prologue Part I

Gray sunlight filtered in through the curtained windows of her bedroom. She lay in bed, motionless, eyes out of focus, staring out into space. The loud crack of an Apparating house elf didn't even startle her. She was accustomed to it. She listened as it shuffled closer and closer to her. Eventually, its orb-like eyes obscured her line of sight. It was Hena.

"Oh! Miss is already awake!" she squeaked. "Miss' father sent Hena to wake Miss, but Miss is already awake. Miss' father says for Hena to tell Miss it is nine o'clock and to come down for breakfast once Miss is presentable."

Raelyn mustered a sleepy smile and thanked Hena softly. The elf bowed respectfully, long nose brushing the pristine hardwood floor, and then Disapparated with a second loud crack from the spacious bedroom.

With a deep breath Raelyn heaved herself into a sitting position and swung her feet to the cool floor. A chill from the contact sent goosebumps shooting up Raelyn's legs and back down her arms. She savoured it as she crossed to the windows. The curtains were heavy as she opened them, allowing sunlight to spill into her room, covering everything with a warm golden glow. Next, she threw open her balcony doors and a gentle breeze blew in, nipping at her ankles as she entered the bathroom.

She bathed in the large bathtub in the middle of the white marble room and then proceeded to brush her teeth at the sink. The mirror covering the wall behind the counter reflected her image back at her.

Straight, platinum blond hair fell to the middle of her back, some shorter locks falling perfectly around her face. Cool, steal gray eyes looked out from pale, porcelain skin. High cheekbones and red lips accentuated her appearance. There was no doubt about who her father was. Anyone who looked at her knew immediately. At the age of eleven she'd heard enough comments about their likeness to last a lifetime.

She dressed and went to breakfast, her new kitten preceding her all the way to the dining room, where her grandmother scooped the kitten up and placed her contentedly in her lap. Raelyn watched, amused, as she basked in the attention the woman was doting upon her.

"Have you given her a name yet?" she asked Raelyn curiously. Raelyn shook her head and her grandmother chuckled, watching Raelyn walk the length of the table to her customary seat next to her grandfather. The taller man looked down at her with a tired smile. She'd always known him to be tired, as though his life had worn him down.

"Just like your father, Raelyn," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"So, Raelyn," her father began. He was a tall, muscular six feet, two inches with the same blond hair and gray eyes as his daughter. "Excited about beginning your first year?"

"Yeah, Rae," interrupted Carson, her older brother. Her was going into his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "Exctied about being an ickle first year?" he teased.

"Carson, stop it," their mother scolded. "You haven't stopped antagonizing your sister since you got home."

"I was just having a bit of fun," Carson mumbled under his breath.

"Excuse me?" their mother asked dangerously.

As luck would have it, Carson had drawn all their mother's looks from the gene pool. Brownish-blond hair, honey brown eyes, soft features, lightly tanned skin. However, he had inherited their father's height. At fourteen years old, he was an impressive five feet, six inches tall.

Raelyn glared at her brother while she said kindly, "Thank you mum." She saw her mother smile out of the corner of her eye.

"Why do you always take her side?" Carson complained.

"I don't always take her side," their mother retorted mildly. While her mother and brother argued she returned her attention to her father and smiled.

"So, do you think you'll be joining Carson in Gryffindor?" he asked conversationally.

Raelyn made a disgusted noise. "Merlin, I hope not," she said while rolling her eyes. Her father looked slightly amused.

"Why not?" he questioned. "There's nothing wrong with Gryffindor."

"That may be so," Raelyn agreed, "But there is most definitely something wrong with Carson."

Her father chuckled and cast an amused glance at his only son, who was currently ranting about how the "Niffler incident" wasn't his fault. Raelyn hadn't a clue what he was talking about, and from the looks of it, neither did their mother.

"Think about it dad," Raelyn drawled sarcastically. "The future of our family, right there, ranting about Nifflers." She managed to keep a straight face and took a bite of her bacon while her father fought for control of his laughter.

Once breakfast was over Carson's and Raelyn's Hogwarts trunks were loaded into their father's Jaguar and Carson's owl and Raelyn's kitten were loaded into their respective carriers. As the Jaguar rolled down the driveway and through the wrought iron gates Narcissa and Lucius saw them off, waving, from the expansive porch of Malfoy Manor.

Author's Note In the original version of this story, I never intended to include Lucius, seeing as how he was so horrible in the books and most stories portray him as this super-villain. However, I've literally just finished reading The Deathly Hallows for the second time and both Lucius' and Narcissa's only concern at the end is for the safety of their son, so that is why Lucius is in this story and is not a horrible person.