The Girl

A/N Hey, this my first fan fiction, I'm actually a really be Scorose shipper, but I had a dream about this one once and so I thought for once I'd write one. So I'm a long time reader, first time writer. Be gentle, but if someone actually does read this, I actually wouldn't mind a flame $: So yeah, please enjoy 3

Draco Malfoy wrapped himself tighter in his trench coat as the cold English wind swept past him. He was exhausted from the long night and was happy to be going home. He'd stayed at the office late tonight, and even though he knew it was half past nine, Astoria and Baby Scorpius would still be up and snuggling near the fireplace waiting for him to come home.

After he left the office, he had to run an errand. In his pocket he felt the old Malfoy heirloom he had picked up from the jewellers. The heirloom was a bracelet, the chain looked like gold and silver was weaved together and emeralds were place in between the threads, on the side it clearly stated in cursive writing "maxima thesauros", which is Latin for "The Greatest Of Treasures" It was made generations ago for Malfoy men to give to their wives, and only recently did his mother give it to him, when his father passed away the year before and since then he was having it fixed. He had the old Emeralds taken out and had topaz put in instead because it was Astoria's favourite jewel. He had gone to a shop in Muggle London because he knew how much she loved the fact they perfected it by hand instead of magic. He made his way back to the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron so he could apprate home, so he didn't attract attention from the nearby muggles, and that was when he heard it.

"Daddy?" At first he thought it was his Scorpius, but then he knew his son was safe at home, and even though the child's voice sounded raspy, it also sound feminine. His assumptions were proved right when a little girl no older than 4 years stepped out from behind the shadows. Her hair was as black as the darkness she was surrounded in and stopped halfway down her back, cut raggedly and uneven. She wore a yellow sundress that was stained and dirty like she'd been sitting in mud all day, and was not appropriate for the frosty autumn night. She looked up at Draco with large blue eyes and after a second he noticed they faded into a jet black when she realised he wasn't her father. "I'm sorry sir, I thought you were my father" She said rather quickly before scurrying back into the depths of the alleyway.

"Wait!" Draco called after her, "Where are you parents?" He asked, worried about a child so young, being out in the streets so late on her own.

"I aren't sure sir" She said quietly, looking at her feet, which Draco had now noticed to be bare.

"When was the last time you saw them?" Draco asked kindly.

"This mornin' sir. Mama had left me here saying to leave her alone, she'd been very angry at me sir" Draco nearly smiled if he didn't realize how sad it was at how much she reminded him of a house-elf, with her rotten clothes, and the constant use of calling him sir.

"Why was you mother angry at you dear?" Draco wondered.

"I keep changing sir" She replied quietly, "But I don't mean it sir, I don't know why I do, I don't even notice it until mama is screaming at me about it, Mama says it's evil, and I shant do it anymore or she'll throw me away" She says louder and desperately.

"What do you mean you keep changing?" He knew he shouldn't be asking so many questions to such a frantic child, but he needed to figure out why she was out here so late.

"Oh sir, I do what mama says is 'their' magic. The evil, bad ones. I don't know why it's evil sir, it's just I can change my hair is all. Mama got really angry this mornin' when my hair turned a bright yellow, I thought it was pretty actually and went with my dress but mama said I looked disgwayfully and chopped all my hair off with the scissors meant for the garden. I cried and cried and suddenly all my hair was back, but I swear I didn't know how sir." She said it all quite hurriedly and understanding dawned on him, she was a witch, but not only a witch, a metamorphous.

"What else did you're mother say when she left you here?" He had squatted down to her level while he asked, this could be serious if her mother had just left her here on her own just because she was a metamorphous, even for a muggle that's low.

"She said I was a freak and to go back to 'them', but I aint know who they are sir, and I thought mama would be back or even papa but they aint sir." And she cried. Draco suddenly had an overwhelming feeling to pick the girl up in his arms and comfort her. He wasn't usually one with children, the only child he'd ever truly gotten along with being his own son, but here he was in an alleyway near the leaky cauldron, having a conversation with a girl, hell a toddler, and although he had only known the girl for a few minutes, he'd already developed quite strong feelings of protection towards her. Damn her parent, the heartless bastards for leaving the girl out here on her own. Screw them, he knew then that he wanted to have her then, to treat and raise her as she deserved, he knew Astoria would understand, she'd be wanting to try for another, and she'd be delighted to have such a pretty girl.

"Dear, what's your name? And how old are you?" Important facts for him to ask, if he was going to go on and ask if she wanted to come join his family,

"My names Demetrianna and I'm 3 and a half" She was still crying and the words came out in sobs. Draco was shocked she was so articulate for a 3 year old.

"Demetrianna, how would you like to come stay with me and my family?" He asked, trying to sound as unintimidating as possible. At his question she stopped crying at once and looked at him with wide eyes, which he noticed turned into an adorable shade of gold, but this was only for a second before they clouded back to black again and she looked back at her feet.

"Oh no sir, I shant, I'm evil sir, like mama said." He could barely hear her over her quiet whisper.

"But, what if I told you I could do powers like you? Watch" He took out his wand and pointed at her, with a swish and flick he said "Wingardium Leviosa" and the little girl started to slowly lift of the floor and begin to float, at first Draco didn't notice that she might be frightened and was worried for a millisecond before she burst in a fit of giggle. He smiled to himself, a little surprised at how at ease he was in her company, but opened his arms none the less, "So how 'bout it? Want to come home with me? We'll get you some warm clothes and you could learn how to do magic too, magic is a good thing in our home, and you can change your hair colour all the time." Demetrianna thought for a second, then looked up at him with a bright smile, while her eyes melted into a strong golden colour, he took it as happiness, and felt his own happiness wash over him when she floated into his arms. She was so light and fit so wonderfully and together they apparated home.