11 years Earlier:

"Come along Draco" The voice of Lucius Malfoy echoed in the halls of the Malfoy manor. Draco, at this point in time was only nearly five. The small things are the most likley for him to remember.

"Are you sure this is the girl?" Dracos mother, Narcissa, put her hands on her songs shoulders. He was barley tall enough for her to do so.

"Positive." Lucius smiled at a family of three. All of course, pureblood wizards. "If you think this is the right boy for your daughter, of course"

The parents of the young girl looked at Draco, trying to imagine what he might look like when he was older. After 20 minutes of both parents examining the others child, they came to the conclusion that they will infact get married.

Both being pureblood, there was no doubt the pairing wouldn't be wonderful together.

Now:

"Matilda! come downstairs!" A middle age'd woman yelled up the stairs, waiting for her daughter to get out of bed.

"In a minute mum!" A girls voice yelled back then thumping down the stairs could be heard. The girl, around the age of sixteen, jumped down the rest of the stairs and stumbled her way into the room her parents were in. Her house wasn't a large house, it wasn't that small either. She'd considered it a blessing to be living in a house where she knew where everything was.

Half of her life, she'd been searching for a place that weakness was a strength. At times she'd nearly died for it.

"Have you read this non-sense!" A man, in his early 50's set down the daily prophet, which was flashing from the pictures that were being taken. The moving picture was simply looking around.

"Albus Dumbledore. Knew he wouldn't be good from the start!" he continued, pulling his plate of food towards himself.

"Albus Dumbledore is supposed to be the best wizard around, Dad" Matilda looked up at her dad for a quick sentance, examining his face for any sign of anger. She was a bit startled when her fathers mouth creeped into a wide smile.

"No no, Lord Voldemort is. He was destroyed by a boy though. A simple boy, no younger then two months old!" Matilda rested her head on the table, waiting for the long speach her dad always prepared for when she was doubting the lords powers.

"He's gone, stop feeding her words she doesn't need to hear" Her mum placed a plate infront of her. Ontop a pile of oozing vegetables were placed, waiting to be devoured by Matildas stomach acid.

Matilda had only gotten halfway through her meal, when the loud doorbell rang through out the house.

"That'll be the Malfoys!" Her dad jumped up and sprinted to the door, a smile creeped across his face. Matilda took out the messy bun she had, had in her hair then fixed her long black hair. She ran her fingers through it to make an attempt for it to look like she bothered brushing it that morning.

"Oh...I forgot" Her mother looked over at her daughter. Not that she hadn't noticed before, but she just realized how many wrinkles her mother had gotten through out the years of her childhood.