Prologue
A baby's shrill cry could be heard echoing throughout the Casso-Vinci Royal Palace.
"Please welcome Her Highness Princesa Hermione Isabelle Casso Vinci to the Wizarding World."
"She is beautiful, is she not?" Daniel, the father, commented. His wife, Theresa, looked up at him with a small girl in her arms.
"My child, so delicate..." she murmured, rocking her in a soft embrace.
A knock sounded on the tall mahogany door before it opened, revealing Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, grinning widely.
"As soon as we heard the news, we came at once," Narcissa squealed, running over to Theresa, while Lucius congratulated Daniel.
"Mum?"
A little boy's head peeked around the corner, staring at the bundle now in his mother's arms.
"Come, Draco," Narcissa beckoned him. He sauntered over grumpily, hands in his pockets.
"Mum, can I hold her?" He asked nervously. Narcissa nodded, handing Hermione to him.
The crying instantly ceased.
"It's a miracle," Daniel laughed, breaking the silence. Hermione laughed, playing with the locket that Draco had brought out.
It was golden and heart shaped, and when you opened it, a small wintery scene floated around before you. Everyone looked up, and saw small holograms of Daniel, Theresa, Lucius, Narcissa and Draco.
Hermione grabbed it in her small fist and curled up to Draco to sleep. Draco stared down at her in adoration.
A loud bang could be heard through the distance a an armor clad guard came into the room, panting and yelling frantically.
"Your Royal Hignesses, they have come! Kane and his army have come to take over your reign as King and Queen. You must go!"
There was silence...
And then the screaming began.
"Lucius, Narcissa, take Hermione!" Daniel shouted.
"What?" Narcissa was appalled.
"Take her to the PPP!" Theresa screamed, tears flowing freely down her face. "It's the only way!"
Draco backed away with his parents.
"Promise me something," Daniel said, hugging Lucius. "Tell her we love her."
"Of course," Lucius said softly, before ushering Narcissa and Draco into the helicopter.
"Mi princesa bonita," Draco whispered to Hermione as he ran with his parents. "I promise, everything will be alright."