Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury. I only own the plot and the original characters.

PG-13

I Will Prevail

Chapter One

A tear trickled down the face of a lonely child, although she wasn't a child now she felt like one. With no family, you would think she would have had to grow up, but the truth was she did have family they just didn't love her. She stared out of the window; in her room, she felt some comfort, even if she didn't have many things, she knew what she did have was hers. Clutched in her hand was an article from a newspaper, she stared at the photo that was printed on it. A man, about thirty-five years of age, clean straight hair, slightly underweight but he looked healthy enough and his eyes, his eyes were like hers, blue and deep, full of pain and mysteries not yet solved. A tear dropped onto the cutting and when she wiped it away is smudged. She photo stared back at her waving cheerfully. Words of hate and pain hit her tongue but she resisted, he was happy now, she shouldn't ruin his life and he obviously didn't need her. Did he? No! Otherwise, he would have come to her, told her he loved her and took her home. Instead, she was forced to watch him with that Potter boy.

She read the line that was printed across the top of the picture and another tear slid down her face.

"Black cleared and is reunited with his godson, Harry Potter, the boy who lived." She hated Harry Potter, if it wasn't for him her father might have been interested in her, he might have wanted her and her mother. She might have had a normal life with a true family instead of this, a life with the most malicious wizarding family that has ever existed, the Malfoy's. Malfoy mansion was her home; it had been for nearly three years now. Even the life before was better than this, at least then she was left alone. Now however she was force to follow Lucius Malfoy around, like a house elf. It was a house elf that she replaced, his name was Dobby, and apparently, Harry Potter had freed him.

"SIN!"

Sincerity jumped, she hated that name, why couldn't he call her by her real name?

"SIN!" he shouted again, this time she noticed the flair of anger in his voice.

Sincerity stood up, ran to the top of the staircase and peered over.

"GET DOWN HERE NOW CHILD." Lucius shouted with vehemence in his voice.

She half ran down the stairs, jumped the last two and stopped before him, "Yes Master Malfoy."

"I have visitors in an hour, I want you to greet them at the door, now remember… what is it you say?"

"Nothing… I can't talk I just help you," Sincerity repeated the words out loud to him and he seemed pleased she'd remembered.
"Good, I don't want another mistake like last time understand? Remember what it got you?"

"Yes Master Malfoy," she flinched at the thought of it. Being tortured with the Cruciatus curse wasn't something she wanted to earn herself again.

"Good… well, don't stand around child, go, I believe Draco needs your assistance."

"Yes Master Malfoy." Sincerity walked back up the stairs; she felt her eyes welling up but headed to Draco Malfoy's room like she was told.

She knocked on the door, "Enter," came the voice from within.

Sincerity entered his room; as much as she disliked Draco, she loved his room. A huge four-poster bed was in the middle of the room and candles were mounted on the side of the walls. With green and silver walls, polished wood floor is was the most beautiful room in the house. She only wished it was hers.

"Hello," he said in a shallow voice.

Sincerity nodded at him and closed the door. She stood against it waiting for a response.

"Sincerity, mother has bought me these new robes, as much as I love my mother they are more repulsive than Hermione Granger."

"Hermione Granger?" Sincerity said without thinking, she quickly corrected herself. "I apologise sir, please continue."

Draco stopped and stared at her, he stood up and walked towards her. "You can ask questions Sincerity," he moved his face close to hers and met her eyes. "I'll be happy to answer and questions or even, if you like, show you."

"I don't think so Draco, why did you send for me?"

Draco pulled his face away from hers and sneered, "Take my robes to Diagon Alley, I want them changed now."

Sincerity walked to his bed and picked up the robes. She turned to leave but when she did, she had Draco Malfoy in her face again.

"You know…" he began, "You're very beautiful."

Sincerity felt her face warm around the cheeks and knew she had blushed. "Thank you… I shall go now Draco."

He grabbed her arm, took the robes she was holding and threw them on the bed. "You could stay for awhile."

"Draco Malfoy let go of me right now."

He loosened his grip and scowled yet again.

Letting go of her completely, he threw the robes back to her and she ran from the room.

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Sincerity took her time in Diagon Alley; she stopped at Madam Malkins and first and changed Draco's robes for him, much to Madam Malkins objections. She walked along the Alley and stopped outside Gringotts Wizard Bank. Taking the huge building in, she stared at it, never before had she been in Diagon Alley alone, never had she had the chance to visit her vault. Sincerity pushed open the huge door, goblins sat at their desks filing paperwork and several looked up at her before continuing with their work. She stopped at the back desk and peered up at the goblin sat behind it.

"Hello," she said nervously, her voice barely heard by him.

"Can I help you?" he looked at her piercingly, as if he was trying to see if she was hiding anything.

"I'd like to make a withdraw from my vault."

"Your key," he demanded coldly.

Sincerity reached into her pocket and searched around for the key, she finally pulled out a small, slightly rusty key and handed it the goblin.

He snatched it out of her hand, "everything seems to be in order," he gave her another piercing look but led her towards another goblin anyway.

"Vault 418, Griphook."

Griphook nodded and beckoned for Sincerity to follow, she slid into the cart beside Griphook and clutched the bags she was carrying.

"Hold on tight," said Griphook menacingly.

The cart took off and span through the underneath of London. After several right turns and a left, two more rights, up and then down again the cart came to a halt outside vault 418.

"Key please…" said Griphook.

Sincerity handed him her key and wondered whether he was capable of putting a sentence together. The small goblin snatched the key and held it in his grasp. He placed it in a tiny hole in the door, turned it and the door swung open.

"You'll wait for me?" she asked nervously.

"Yes," he replied in his usual tone.

Sincerity entered her vault and looked around, there was a trunk at the back, quite a large pile of Knuts, roughly one hundred Sickles and a fair amount of Galleons. She stared for a moment; she'd been given the key to her vault several years ago and had been told to keep it safe, maybe now she new why. If anybody had known she had this, they would have taken it from her with out a second thought. Scooping some money into her bag, she walked over to the trunk, knelt down in front of it and pulled at the lock, but it wouldn't budge. She stared at it for a moment, maybe there was some magic it needed or maybe she needed magic. Sincerity stood up, picked up her bag and walked back to the cart. "I've finished," she said to Griphook, who nodded and climbed back into the cart with her.

Sincerity walked passed the shops in Diagon Alley, she had never had money to spend as she wished. She studied the latest broom and looked around Madam Malkins shop again. She stopped outside Olivanders Wand shop and stared threw the window, it looked empty, but the sign said open so she pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hello… is anyone here?"

A head popped up from behind the counter and the old man tilted his head at her. "Hello…" he walked out from behind the counter and studied her carefully. "My my… I didn't think you were ever coming for a wand."

"…Oh I can't…"

Mr Olivander cut her off by waving his hand at her; he pulled out his tape measure and began measuring her arm and fingers. "Hmm… difficult." He walked behind the counter and pulled out several boxes. "Try this, seven inches, oak, dragon-heart-string."

Sincerity waved it slowly, nothing happened.

"Hmm… try this… twelve inches, rose wood, phoenix feather, give it a vicious waves."

Sincerity did as he asked and her robes erupted in flames. Mr Olivander pulled out his wand and doused her in water.

"Thanks… I think," she handed him the wand back and shook some of the water off her.

"Here… fourteen inches, willow, unicorn hair, not one I usually hand out to children."

Sincerity cautiously gave it a wave, her fingers warmed and winded whistled threw the shop.

"Interesting…" he said taking it from her, "this wand is very old, it's also not the type I hand out to children, too powerful and strong, but the wand chooses the witch so this is undoubtedly the wand for you Miss Matchitehew," he handed her the wand in it's box, "that will be fourteen sickles please."

Sincerity paid and left the shop, she looked down at her drenched and smouldering clothes and decided she would have to buy a new robe. She just hoped she could find an old, torn and tatty one.

Madam Malkin led Sincerity out of the changing rooms, "is that on alright?" she asked making her way to the counter.

"Yes, thank you." Sincerity didn't notice the young boy who was sitting across from her. It was Harry Potter.

"That will be nine Sickles and four Knuts."

Sincerity turned to leave the shop. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Harry Potter; he stared at her calmly and smiled slightly.

"One moment Sincerity," she turned to face Madam Malkin, "do you not require your Hogwarts robes?"

"No… I don't attend school."

A look or horror crossed Madam Malkin's face, "you don't go to school? Why ever not?"

"I don't know, it was never offered to me."

"Very well…" Sincerity thought Madam Malkin didn't look impressed by this.

She gave Potter one last look and then left the shop. She looked at the sundial in the Alley and headed back to the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. She was already late and knew Lucius Malfoy would not be impressed.

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A/N

I hope you liked it… and please review… I worked really hard and I always make a point of looking through yours if you've reviewed mine…

Chapter two will be up soon

~Shakira~