Within Blind Eyes

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!

Ok, after months of trying to figure out what the heck I am going to do for the rest of my life, I have decided to throw Writing-A-Fanfiction-Story-Because-I-Really-Want-To into the mix. It seems I am going to be stuck in school for forever. Just kiddin'! I'll graduate and move on into a very miserable life. Oh well. Anyway, this kinda came up out of the blue one day and I fell in love with it. Really odd and maybe not to a lot of people's taste (maybe) but I like throwing extras into stories and thinking how the characters will react or how much the story will change while also keeping true to how old everyone gets. Please note that some things, (if not almost everything) is out of place.

Also, please review or PM me if you want to be heard. I am pretty sure I'll find a way to comment back but I will defiantly appreciate encouragement or advice on anything. So without Further ado (or random bouts of begging):

Prologue:

The stars twinkled in the blackened sky. It was some time in the early morning, when the world seemed to have fallen asleep hours ago. Within the streets of White Tree, all seemed completely heedless to a group of shadowy figures moving in the shadowy darkness, the freshly fallen snow made their tracks perfectly visible. At the head of the group, a tall, hooded man shoved a nine year old forward. She tripped and fell headfirst into a bank of snow on the side of the road. He halted the group to watch the girl struggle to her feet. Her pale skin was marred by long, bleeding scratches, her black haircut jagged and nothing but a thin summer's sweater to protect her from the icy chill of winter.

She somehow kept standing up in her world of blackness. She wished for Mum to hold her and tell her that she was strong and make her some hot chocolate. But Mum was nowhere in this black world. She kept blinking her eyes, tears stinging her freezing cheeks, but the black would not go away. She was scared and cold. She kept hearing laughter but couldn't find where it came from. A hand roughly grabbed her. She was thrown again and hit something hard and metallic. Her world swirled dangerously and a deeper black seemed to begin to consume her. Faintly, she heard her mum's killer hiss in her high voice,

"Artemis, you mustn't hurt her! She may be very useful to us later."

Narcissa placed her hand on the girl's pale cheek. Dobby had found her while doing early morning chores in one of the firewood bins. Lucius had been gone all night and she dreaded what he would look like or do when he did get home. It was still early enough in the morning that the sun barely was peeking over the distant mountains. To her, it was the perfect time to think.

If they did win this war, would it be any different that the things that happened now? Or would everything be fresh and new? Or what if they lost this war, would Lucius be sent to Azkaban forever? She wiped away a tear as she placed a cool cloth on the girl's black shivering head.

"Mistress Malfoy? Master Malfoy asks to see you. Shall I stay with her?" Dobby's voice whispered.

Narcissa felt a surge of relief wash over her. She stood automatically and handed the cloth to Dobby who climbed up on her chair and began dabbing the girl's forehead. She hurried down into the sitting room, where she spotted a man draped out on the sofa, his face long and tired with his eyes closed against the roaring fire that took the chill away. She hurried to him and put a hand on his. His eyes fluttered opened and he shifted wearily to allow her to sit by him. She sat down with ease and held his hand in her lap and warmed it with her own. She watched him expectantly, listening and watching him breathe. Low and deep. Weary and worn. Finally he spoke,

"Dobby has told me of a newcomer, Narcissa." He opened his blood-shot eyes to look at her.

"Yes. She hasn't woken up and-" She looked down at her lap and choked back a small sob.

Halfway alarmed, Lucius sat up straighter and pulled her closer. Up to this point, they have not been able to conceive any children. He rocked her gently, hushing her ever-growing sobs. The fire rocked gently in front of them, tasting the new logs that Dobby had put on a few moments before. When her sobs had quieted, Lucius dared to move and stood her up slowly.

"Let's see her then." He smiled wearily at her. Together, they went up to the small room that she was in and stood by her bed. Dobby had retreated from the chair to the hallway when he saw his Master enter.

The girl moaned softly; too weak to move. Her fever seemed to be relentlessly attacking her. Then she stopped moving altogether. Narcissa lunged forward and picked her up; her small, starved frame was no longer shivering and limp. A new wave of sobs echoed across the house.

Back in the Sitting Room, the fireplace roared in great green flame and a young man dressed in ash speckled black with limp ebony hair that reached to his shoulders stepped through. He was not surprised to not find Malfoy on the couch but was very surprised to hear the echoing sobs from a distant room. Knowing he was always welcome to explore the Malfoy mansion, he set out to find the room and a stair case and a few turns later, he did. The room was modestly furnished with a dresser; beside it a small table with Pitcher and wash bin. There was no hearth but many, elaborate candelabras lit the otherwise very dim room. By the open window, was the bed. By it, Narcissa held a lymphatic child, who was quite limp, sobbing as she slowly slumped to the ground. By her, Lucius gave him a quick look before kneeling down.

"I'll wait." He said awkwardly and he began to leave. A strong hand pulled him back.

"What do you need, Severus?" Lucius tried to smile but it was more like a pained twitch.

"I was-" He looked at Narcissa. "Wondering if I could help. I may have something."

Lucius gave a bitter laugh. "With any luck, it will be near useless. But who am I to stop you?"

Severus nodded grimly and stepped up to Narcissa and knelt. He pulled the girl gently from her and onto his lap. He had left Hogwarts a year ago, but he new a thing or two about luck. Namely Felix Felicis. He won some from Slughorn several years back and now rummaged around for it in the small shoulder bag that Lily had given him their third year. He was going to use it to get Lily back but found, painfully enough, a better use for it. It was either Lily, who made it quite clear that she didn't want to see him again, or save the Malfoy family any more grief. Especially his friend's wife. Finding the tiny bottle, he uncorked it and carefully poured its cheerfully golden contents into the girl's mouth. He then reached into his school bag and pulled out an elixir with a deep crimson color. A small, red cross marked on the neck of the glass bottle.

"Wh-what is that?" Narcissa asked softly, she was watching him carefully. Lucius had stood her up and with his arm, he supported her against him.

"The stopper of death, Peatage Surma." He whispered softly. He looked up at Lucius. "Don't tell Dumbledore. I wasn't supposed to take it."

Lucius smiled feebly.

Severus gently poured a small bit into the girl's mouth and waited; holding her head to opened her airway. His left arm ached but he tried his best to ignore it as he felt the girl's body begin to move. At first, he was completely taken off guard when her eyes flittered open. They were the deepest of greens but it seemed like some mist was forming like a stormy cloud in the middle of her pupils. Her eyes misted and tears began flowing down her sweat-beaded face. Narcissa was beside herself and was crying in Lucius's shoulder while he prepared to stand with the small girl in his arms.

She said nothing but stared up at him. He finally stood and lifted her with ease onto the bed. He began to pull away but the girl grabbed his robes.

"Stay!" She cried weakly. He smiled gently and pulled the covers from under her and cover her with them

"Hush." He said soothingly. "You are safe now." He ignored Lucius's intake of breath and placed a warm hand on her cool cheek. "What is your name?"

She closed her eyes. He sighed and stepped back. Lucius somehow found the will to move his wife out of the room and he made to retreat but a small, innocent voice stopped him.

"I don't remember."

He turned back and took her small, limp hand.

"Will you let me read your mind?" He felt foolish to ask but thought it counted for everyone that he could ask. "Maybe I'll find your name."

She didn't open her eyes, at first, but with a small nod she opened then was looked at his right cheek. He found that strange but shook it off.

"Legilimens." He muttered softly.

Immediately, he felt as thought he was thrown into a cold lake. He felt smothered, and utterly trapped as he relived the girl's life. From her fifth birthday, over the past four years, she was constantly put into from of Lord Voldemort. Unclear babble was the only form of communication. He watched in growing horror as he watched his master transform from a young man into a strange walking snake. His eyes turning slowly red and menacing. He even saw himself staring at the girl, with wonder. But near the end of the memories, he began to make out words.

"Don't… hurt…fright…Rid…" He recognized Dumbledore's voice.

Then all to quickly, he was looking up at Voldemort. He smiled without any charm and pointed to the woman in front of him. The woman had no hair, just tufts of dirt and bruises. She looked tired and broken, but her hand was reaching out towards Severus, towards the girl. Her royal blue eyes weeping faintly.

"Now, child, take my wand. That's a good girl and point it that way. Good." Severus, a trampling fear over taking him, wanted to suddenly scream out. He tried to back out, but found he was trapped with in this girl's mind. He struggled but found that the trap was stronger than he was. "And say, Avada Kedavra." He whispered the last bit. He almost shouted with relief when he heard a wand drop to the floor and the girl take her mum's hand. The woman smiled wearily at her.

In the distance, he heard someone yell, "Avada Kedavra!" An evil green light surrounded everything as a woman's scream went up.

The scene blurred and a low hissing seemed to fill the girl's mind. Slowly, the hissing formed words. "Forever, the quiet one. Ballari."

Then black. A long, cold, emotionless black that seemed to consume every living thing. It was then that he finally was able to pull out. He stumbled onto the floor and sat there panting, trying to calm his shaking heart. The girl had slipped into a deep sleep and he stood trembling. He wrapped her in the covers and sat on the bed with her in his lap. He felt secretly jealous to have had a mum who must have loved her. His own mum disappeared his second year of school, and his dad beat him whenever he got too close. He brushed her black hair from her face and held her cheek with a large hand.

He was instantly reminded of an old lullaby Lily used to sing when he was able to get away from his parents and began humming the tune. His voice was deep and seemed to rumble gently in his chest. Wherever this girl came from, she now had a name.

He paused in his humming and whispered in her sleeping ear, "Mum will be watching you, Ballari. Don't you fear. Mummy loves you. And whoever your Dad is, I'm sure he loves you too."

I have updated this chapter and changed some minor things. Hope its better!