CHAPTER 1 – Brought into the World.

15 years previously…

"NOOO! NOT NOW, NOT HERE! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! SOMEONE HELP ME!" the scream vibrated in her small cell with padded walls due to the behavior she had displayed in her first months there.

"What's the matter with her Alastor?" Cornelius Fudge asked.

"I have no idea minister! She's been screaming like that for hours. We never would've noticed if Ryan hadn't been doing his rounds." Moody replied. This was a high priority prisoner, one that every Auror wanted to see suffer for what she had done…

Cornelius Fudge stepped into the padded cell and stood into a puddle of what seemed like water. The prisoner had expanded and was on the floor screaming and crying.

"My God. She's in labor! Someone get a healer!" he yelled.

"How can she be in labor!" Moody asked incredulously.

'How long has she been in confinement?"

"4 months sir,"

"If she wasn't showing when she came in…I can't believe we didn't check it!"

A Healer rushed in and a few moments later they could hear the cry of a baby out in the hallway. They rushed in the door to see the healer holding a small bundle, covered with blankets.

"It's a girl." He whispered to her.

"Malicia." She whispered back.

"Malicia. Such an evil name for such a pretty little thing." The healer replied.

The baby was small, petite, with bright blue eyes and little sprinklings of red hair growing on her head. Instantly her thumb went into her mouth and she slept.

"She can't be called Malicia, it's too…" Fudge began.

"Evil?" Moody asked. "It suits the mother, not the child."

"If that's what she wishes to call her, that's what's going on the birth certificate!" the Healer snapped, mesmerized by the baby's beauty.

"Malicia…last name?"

"Lestrange. Malicia Lestrange."