Hello, readers. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. It's my first fanfic and do forgive me if I make errors. Constructive feedback would be appreciated. Thank you once again :)
Prologue
"Your mother. She was many things. You could write a novel series about her and it would still not bring justice to the legend she was and the legacy she left behind," Harry Potter told his eight year old godson.
It was story time and the little boy sat on his lap on a cold winter's evening. Somewhere in the kitchen, they could hear Aunty Ginny hustling about, preparing dinner. The Potter children were upstairs playing in the nursery with the Weasleys.
Adrian closed his eyes, he yearned to meet his mother someday but he knew that was a fantasy. A childhood fantasy that would most likely carry on until he dies. He wanted so badly to remember his mom. He saw her pictures in biographies, documentaries, posters, everywhere. But they meant nothing to him. He wanted to see her flesh and blood before his very own eyes. He wanted to see a piece of him that was never alive.
"Yes, Hermione Malfoy was truly one of a kind. Since the day she was born until her last breath, she was a legend in her own unique ways."