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Chapter 1
The swamp is dark, gloomy and the air is stench of mixed smells. The forest on the edge of the woods are cover the foot to the ground of mist and fogs.
The shadows are moving that formed two people. "Keep quiet!" One whispered to the other, which she has nodded.
This is the only chance they got.
"Where do we go?" She questioned him whom he quickly replied, "Anywhere, but here. Somewhere, far, far away, so that both our fathers cannot find us and we can live in peace. Together."
He holds onto her body closely to his. He loves her. Despite that they are cousins from their mother side, but that never stop anyone in their family on marrying their blood. He doesn't care who her father is. She is not his father. And he is not his father.
He overheard that they are going to sacrifice her to make her bear another man's heir. He met him once or twice from pureblood parties.
He is a drunken and bedded many women. That man has no quells on hitting women if you pushed his temper too far.
He will never let her go through that.
"Amare," She spoke in Latin that means love.
He passionately kissed her. She moans and eagerly. Sounds of teeth clashes, trying to reach their emotions and bruising lips are pressed. He cupped her and stops to look into her eyes.
They smiled until….
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLL!
"Fenrir!" She gasped as she is being forced out of her trance to run.
"COME ON!"
He urged her.
They both ran as fast as they can.
"They're this way!"
Oh no! They are catching up to them.
They stop upon the tree that carves up a face and red syrups are dripping. They never had seen that kind of tree before.
"Draco, I will always love you till the day I die."
Draco Lucius Malfoy. Yes, this is her cousin and the man she has openly loved.
"And I will love you always, Persephone Bellatrix Black."
A bright light shines on them they held each other and suddenly they disappeared like a pile of smokes.
….
Winterfell of the North
Catelyn Stark was sleeping calmly through the night next to her husband Eddard Stark also, known as Ned.
Yet this night was different.
She dreamed that she at the dining table and many are cheering with Lords and ladies. Until a screams invading her ears, Catelyn gasped in horror as she witness her husband pushed him forward to the stool and chopped his head off with ice.
"NED!"
Catelyn screams for her husband.
Golden tentacles reach for her two young sons, Brandon and Rickon are screaming as she tries to reach for her babies.
Sansa screams ran through the air. Catelyn turned and saw her daughter being tormented, clothes ripped from her body and the men at point in taunting.
Arya! Oh her Arya fought with all her strength, but her eyes turned blind.
Catelyn ran to her daughter, but a voice stops her.
"The Lannister sends their regards." Robb is stabbed and fallen into the ground. Men gathering around her sons' body, they raised him up and all she saw was horror.
They put a wolf head sowed into her son's body.
They chanted in mocking of him.
"THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH! THE KING IN THE NORTH!"
Catelyn woken up from that horrid dream, she turned and saw her husband still heavily sleepily calm.
Morning has already come upon them in Winterfell.
Catelyn gotten up and ran to the trees are. The North worships the Old Gods.
She maybe a woman who kept the seven by heart, but she knew this is her punishment. Punishment for not keeping her promise to loveless child, Jon Snow!
She sobbed angrily and glared at the tree.
"You would go this far to punish me would you!?" She hit her hand on the tree, "Punish me, if you must! Just leave my family out of this!"
Her knee buckled and hit to the ground, she wept so hard that she felt that she is choking.
THUMP!
Catelyn let out a startled scream.
She saw two people, a boy and a girl holding both each other in their arms.
Catelyn gasped and her motherly instincts took over as her hands fractionally moved to check if they are still alive.
She let out a relief sighs.
'They're alive,' She realized something, 'Could it be that my tears pleaded the Old Gods that may have summoned them to answer my prayers.'
"CAT!"
She heard her husband called for her, but she is more focus over the children. They could be around her eldest sons' age or perhaps close to her daughter, Sansa.
Ned came with his guards behind, "Cat, what…?" His eyes are widening by this sight. Two children are lying together on the ground unconscious.
"Help them Ned! Please!"
Ned went to his wife's side and saw a boy and a girl.
"Get these two inside," he ordered the guards and they did as their lord bid them to do.
No one knew who they are or where they come from.
All they knew is in their humble beginnings, "The Boy and Girl who Snuck in Winterfell."
So, you know the drill reviews and comments are welcome. Draco/OC is this story.
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