May 4th 1983

Ministry of Magic, Britain

Day-care for children of employee's and visitors

It was a bright and sunny day outside in London. This meant that the little Malfoy female didn't want to stay inside for the whole day. For one so small, she could make a lot of noise, something her father wasn't very fond of.

"Daddy, pwease. Me don't wanna go in."

The small blond-haired girl tried to coerce her father that they could rather spent their time at home in their garden. She wanted to play with the elves and the animals that were behind their big house, but her father had taken her to the Ministry and now told her that she had to stay here and be a good little girl and play with some of the other children. Something she really didn't want.

After another ten minutes of trying to soothe his daughter, Lucius Malfoy finally showed his temper. In five minutes he had an important meeting with a few members of the Wizengamot concerning the future of their families, and his daughter wouldn't stop pestering him.

He would have let her stay at home if Narcissa was there, but she was gone for a few days with some of her friends to Wizarding Paris and Draco, his firstborn son, was staying with the Nott's for the week. This all meant that he had to take care of his little Emmalyn, for he didn't trust her alone in the Manor for the whole day with some house-elves.

"Emmalyn Oriana Cleo Malfoy, and now you will listen to me! You are going to stay in here, and aren't going to make any noise. When I come back from my meeting I expect you to be playing silently. Is that understood, young lady?"

Lucius was sitting on his knees so he could look his daughter straight in her clear sky-blue eyes, showing her that he meant it. The little girl had already learnt that when her father used her whole name like that, then she was in big trouble.

"Yes daddy."

The voice that came from the downturned face was meek and Lucius could already envision how big, fat tears would pool in her disappointed eyes. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, trying to free it from the upcoming headache. He hated to make her cry, or see her in tears at all, but she also had to know that she didn't always get what she wanted. This was a difficult thing as he almost always fell for her pleading puppy dog eyes en her pouting lips.

"Thank you, Papilio (butterfly). I come back as soon as possible, alright?"

His voice was now gentler, for he didn't want his little girl in tears. She nodded and scurried then off to a corner where she picked up a book and started to study the pictures.

For a few moments, he just stood there watching the apple of his eye. His Papilio was a true miracle. In over more than two hundred years there hadn't been born a female in the Malfoy family. Nobody knew the reason why, but there were all kinds of rumours. Varying from a curse spoken by a dark witch jealous of a Malfoy bride, to ones in which the Malfoys themselves killed all the female children, because they didn't want offspring who were from the weaker sex.

Lucius didn't agree with any of those rumours. Alright, maybe some of his forefathers didn't want any daughters, but he had always dreamed of having one of his own. A son was necessary for the continual of the family name, so he had to be strong and independent. A daughter however, didn't have to worry about such a thing. She could be loved and pampered, like all females should be loved and cared for. Those were the rules of nature. Males provided food and protection for the females and the females looked out for the children and stayed at home safe.

The clock in the room striking eleven waked him up from his thoughts. Blast it, he was going to be late. Hurrying down to the elevators, he still tried to look as poise and elegant as ever. Only when he was almost by the right room, he remembered a phrase his father used to use. 'I am never late, others are simply early.'

With this new quote in his head, he slowed down to a slower pace. 'Yes,' he thought,' a Malfoy is never late for anything.'

Half an hour later, still at the day-care

Emmalyn was completely absorbed in her book, 'Peter and the cursed Dragon'. She had already read the book a few times, but the pictures were so real and looked so pretty that she couldn't help but watch again as they 'told' the story. Because she was so absorbed, she didn't hear Miss Welsh calling her name, saying that her daddy was back to take her home.

She didn't look up until a pale hand with long fingers took the book from her lap.

"Come darling, I'm done with my meeting. Shall we go now?"

The face of her father was above her, smiling gently down on her, and a big smile made his way on her face as well.

"Daddy!"

She took his hand and he walked her out of the room towards the fireplaces in the hall. He had a quick pace and Emmalyn almost had to run to keep up with him.

"Daddy, not so quick. Please!"

He didn't listen and only started to walk even quicker. His eyes looked around frantically and his breathing became hard. 'Don't listen to the girl. Just keep walking and nobody will notice you.' He tried to keep himself calm, but with the unknown time limit it was hard.

They had almost reached the fireplaces when he heard someone calling him. His heartbeat quickened even more and his hands became slick with sweat.

"Malfoy, wait up. I have to ask you something."

A tall, dark skinned man with smooth curly hair was trying to get his attention. The man's robes were clearly from one of the more expensive shops around Wizarding London, and on the right side of his chest was the print of a family coat of arms.

'What was his name again?' He knew it sounded a lot like one of the countries in Afrika. 'Zabana, Zamzora… Ah, he remembered. It was Zabini. Alexander Zabini, if he was correct.'

Scraping his throat a few times, he tried to sound less nervous than he in reality was.

"I'm sorry, Zabini, but I have to go. My assistance is required elsewhere."

Even now, when he was speaking with the other man, he kept walking towards the fireplaces, the hand of the little girl still securely in his own.

'Oh, why had he said yes?' Deep inside he knew he wasn't ready to do something like this. But he was almost done now, and he couldn't back down anymore. 'Who says A, also has to say B.'

Now he was by a empty fireplace. Quickly he got some of the green Floo powder in his hand and tugged with his other hand the girl closer to him. Just in time, as he heard an outraged scream coming out of the direction of the day-care. Clearly he had been found out. He also felt the effects of the Poly-juice Potion leaving his body.

His hair changed from the long white blond locks to its original shorther light brown. His body shrunk a few inces and became a little heavier. A little paunch of fat appeared on his stomach.

Shocked gasps were heard through the room, and he could see the real Malfoy senior running towards him.

"Stop him. He has my daughter! Don't let him get away!"

The screamed demands of Lucius Malfoy got the people out of their shock. But the imposter didn't wait around for that. He threw the Floo-powder in the fireplace and dragged the now screaming and crying girl with him.

"Blackburn Lobby!"

They disappeared just in time. A few seconds later and the killing curse would have hit him right in the back.