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A/N: My second Harry Potter fic! I'm pretty confident I can write this fic and continue The Hell I Live In so I hope you like this! It was an original idea I got after reading a few fanfics! I hope you like it! R&R please! This is just to get your interest…I'll update soon!
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Long ago when Voldemort was at large and stories of a baby boy being the one and only survivor were whispered throughout the lands of the wizarding world there was another young baby who not only knew nothing of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named but had parents known as muggles who knew nothing of him either.
A young woman was sitting in a rocking chair with a baby boy in her arms.
He was wrapped in a blanket and smiled at the woman he would eventually call mother.
She laughed lightly at his happy face and blond hair like his mother's.
He reached for her hand and just as she was about to take it her door burst open and a cold rush of air came in.
The woman's eyes became wide as a dark hooded figure came forward.
The figure in the doorway put a long pointed hand to his hood and pulled it back to reveal a smiling face.
The woman smiled.
"I was worried about you." She said continuing to rock the baby.
The man who had dark brown hair shut the door and hung up his coat and hat.
"I didn't mean to worry you Peg." The man said with a smile as he looked over her shoulder at the baby.
"He missed you also." Peg said standing and handing the baby to the nervous looking man.
"Oh Miles, really, you act as though he'll break." Peg said handing the baby over.
Miles held the baby boy in an awkward way and Peg laughed.
She reached over and fixed Miles hands so one was under his head and the other was under his body.
"There." She said pulling back the blanket slightly to look at the grey eyes of her baby.
She looked up into similar grey eyes and sighed.
The moment was immediately crashed as their door burst open once again and a dark figure once again appeared in the doorway. Miles gave the baby to Peg and told her to run as the shadowy figure got closer.
She quickly did as she was told and ran off to the back of the house.
Peg ran until she heard a deathly scream.
She hugged her baby wanting to run back to her husband but knowing in her heart her fate would be the same.
She looked at her baby in the eyes as he stared at her.
Tears rolled down her face as she hid him underneath a blanket in a small basket.
She quickly headed to the window and jumped out.
She was luckily on the first floor so it was a short drop.
Once she was outside Peg ran for her life. She cried as she ran knowing she would never see Miles again. She held the basket close to her chest.
Peg turned back and saw dark figures with black hoods over their faces. They put their arms out straight and bright lights shot from what looked like their hands.
She lost her grip on the basket as it fell to the ground and she was hit with a light as she reached back for the basket.
Peg's scream was heard in the baby's tiny ears and he began to cry.
One hooded figure walked up to the basket and glared down at it as the other figures most likely men walked back to their 'master'.
The man behind the hood kicked off the covering and gasped at the small child.
The man sneered.
"Filthy muggle." He mumbled.
The baby immediately stopped crying and stared at the man with his grey eyes.
The man kneeled down and stared at the boy as he stared back…equal.
Suddenly a light shown in the boys eyes as he stared at Lucious.
"There's something special about this lad…" He thought to himself.
"You can always kill him later." Another voice said to him.
The man's eyes softened slightly and the baby smiled.
"Good night, Lucious." Narcissa said walking by her husband with her head slightly tilted.
He had just walked through the door and looked at his wife.
"Narcissa…" Lucious began.
She stopped to stare at him as he set down the basket.
He immediately walked away without another word.
Narcissa's gaze followed her husband until he was out of sight.
She then turned her attention to the basket and walked forward.
She gasped at the tiny baby that was wiggling around in the blanket.
His blond hair and grey eyes almost matching Lucious.
"Could it be?" She thought with a smile.
They had tried for months.
This was the chance.
The last chance…
The baby held out his hand and Narcissa immediately fell in love as though he were her very own blood.
"Where did he come from?" The thought immediately left her mind as she saw a smile on the baby's lips.
"Welcome home, my son, Draco." She whispered.
Hope it wasn't too boring…R&R please! Thanks! I'll try to update soon!
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