✨The Girl Who Lived✨
On a cold December night, a man with dark greasy hair and an abnormally large nose, delivered a small bundle to the Malfoy Manor, on the same night Narcissa Malfoy was allowed to bring her newborn son, Draco home.
The man knocked on the black wood door. Another man with long platinum hair and pale skin answered the door.
"Good evening, Lucius." The greasy haired man bowed. Lucius Malfoy smirked.
"No need for your lousy charity, Severus." Lucius said. Severus Snape straightened up.
"I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to fulfill The Dark Lord's wishes." Severus remarked. Lucius's gray eyes landed on the bundle of black cotton blankets Severus was holding.
"You brought the child." Lucius inspected. Severus carefully unwrapped the blankets.
Inside was a pale newborn baby girl with jet black hair and a V shaped scar on the back of her hand.
"Name?" Lucius asked.
"No, Bellatrix never listed a name." Severus replied. Lucius stared down at the scar on the infants hand.
"What's that." Lucius said pointing to the scar.
"That is where Albus Dumbledore tried to kill the girl, surely you and Narcissa have heard all the news that's been flying around." Severus said unconcernedly. Lucius nodded.
"I was never informed of this." Lucius said eyes glued on the scar.
"You may leave Severus." Lucius dismissed and gently picked up the bundle. Severus glared.
"I don't need your permission." He said and apparated. Lucius closed the front door as he vanished inside the Malfoy Manor. His wife, Narcissa was sitting in the dining room sewing together a new baby blanket while Draco slept silently in a crib beside her. She looked up when Lucius entered the room.
"Severus delivered her?" Narcissa asked. Lucius nodded. She gestured for Lucius to give her the child. Narcissa gazed down at the baby girl in her arms.
"She's beautiful." Narcissa whispered and stroked the baby's cheek.
"You should name her." Lucius said. Lucius wanted nothing to do with this child as well as his own son.
"Cassiopeia Bellatrix Malfoy." Narcissa said quietly. Lucius looked down at his new adopted daughter.
"Even if Bella were to keep the child, she will never make a good mother, she simply isn't around enough with her being one of The Dark Lord's Death Eaters." Narcissa sighed. Narcissa had always shared a bond with her two older sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda.
"It's really a shame You Know Who's the father, when Cassiopeia finds out..." Narcissa's voice trailed off. Lucius knew Narcissa had always wanted a daughter and she was afraid of losing her loved ones, she was very protective already of Draco and it had only been a two days.
"We won't tell her." Lucius whispered and put his hand on Narcissa's shoulder.
"She will find out, when she's older." Narcissa sighed again.
Cassiopeia, who had rolled over sucking the thumb of the hand with the scar, did not know she was famous, didn't know she would be poked and prodded for a year by her slightly older brother Draco, didn't know she had survived the Killing Curse, and most importantly didn't know she was Lord Voldemort's daughter.