TITLE: Malfoy Mishap

PLOT: Harmony Malfoy, the eight-year-old daughter of Lucius and Narcissa, twin of Draco, is left behind at the train platform one cold December night. She is found by Arthur Weasley, who takes her back to Order Headquarters and legally bestows her upon their friends, the Grangers. "Hermione" is accepted to Hogwarts, but certain things don't seem right. She discovers her past, bit by bit, but what is her reaction when Narcissa Malfoy turns up and tries to claim her as her own?

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters mentioned, but I own Starbucks, that one prep school in Poland, Oprah Winfrey, and the Andromeda Galaxy. Hang on… (picks up phone) Well, that was my lawyer…I lost the case…they're not letting me become Ruler of the Universe. So basically I have nothing now, and they're after my hide. Shhhhh…

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was random…sorry if it disturbs anyone…I've just not been myself ever since I lost that case…I was SURE they'd let me rule the universe! Also, this story is written assuming that Voldemort never tried to kill Harry as a little kid but he's still powerful. So that means yes, Harry does actually have parents and a decent home and no scar.

"Come on, honey," whispered the tall witch to her eight-year-old daughter. They were hurrying to keep up with the blond man in front of them, who was walking ahead with his son, who looked the same age as the girl. "We don't want to be late."

"Mama?" asked the little girl, brown eyes sparkling with innocence as her blond hair fell lightly on her fur parka, "When will we go home?"

It pained the blond woman to hear her daughter ask that. She hadn't the heart to tell her innocent little girl that they weren't going home; Lord Voldemort was searching for their family as they spoke.

"Not for a while, sweetie," she said. Seeing that they'd miss the Muggle train if they didn't hurry, the woman grabbed her daughter's hand and began to pull her gently towards the platform. The woman hated to have to mingle with Muggles, but they had no choice. The cold December snow swirled around the jostling crowd. Suddenly, a man, who was hurrying to get to an opposite platform, ran into the woman's arm; on impact, she let go of her daughter's hand.

"Harmony?" she called in anguish. She couldn't see her daughter anywhere. The blond man glanced back at his struggling wife. Still grasping the boy's arm, he reached to his wife and took her hand, pulling her onto the platform. "Cissy! Narcissa! We must go!" he yelled.

"Lucius," she gasped, as they took a train compartment, "I've lost Harmony. I don't know where she is!"

The man gasped. "We have to go find her!"

But at that precise moment, the train began to move.

"No!" cried Narcissa. She leaped out of the compartment and ran up to the driver.

"My girl! My little girl is out there on the platform! Stop this train immediately!"

The driver looked at her. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but this train stops for no one!"

Narcissa began to sob. "My girl…my little Harmony…gone…" she would not be consoled the whole journey.

Meanwhile, the girl called Harmony was searching frantically for her mother.

"Has anyone seen my mama?" she cried, but her small, eight-year-old voice didn't register among the deep, loud voices of the throng and the howling wind. Suddenly, someone ran into her. She fell back. The last thing she felt before blacking out was a searing pain on the top of her head.

The platform had cleared, three hours later, except for the body of the girl wrapped in her fur coat, those of several stray cats searching for food, and for one young man. He strolled across the platform. His red hair seemed brown in the dim light. He came across the girl and examined her closely.

"A Malfoy," he muttered to himself. "This is the Malfoy girl. But where are the others?" Without further ado, he scooped up the little girl and Disapparated with a faint pop.

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"You found her at the train station?" asked 17-year-old Bill Weasley to his father, eyeing the girl closely. "Why would the Malfoys leave their daughter behind?"

"Not now, Bill," said Arthur firmly, as he carried the girl to one of the beds in another room. He'd called an urgent Order meeting. Lily and James Potter Apparated into the meeting room, accompanied by their son Harry, followed by Remus, Sirius, Kingsley, Mad-Eye, and the rest of the Order. Mrs. Weasley shooed Harry upstairs to play with Ron, set platters of food out here and there along the table, and placed an Imperturbable Charm on the door, so her sons and daughter wouldn't be tempted to listen in.

"Like I said, I found the girl lying unconscious on the platform," Arthur said. "She's the little Malfoy girl, and I'm wondering why she isn't with her family. What should we do?" he asked Dumbledore, who had just appeared and was the unofficial leader of the Order of the Phoenix.

"I do not know, and I'm not sure why the Malfoys, proud, haughty, and eager to continue their pureblood line, would leave a child behind. So, I think she'd be safer if she was adopted by one of these families."

"And I have just the pair," said Sirius. He indicated the couple standing to his right. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger were school friends of ours, and they don't have any children. They're both magical," he added.

Dumbledore looked at them. "Would you to be prepared to live as Muggles until Harmony finds out the truth?" he asked. The Grangers nodded.

"We're going to have to plant false memories of a Muggle childhood," he said, addressing the group. "This requires a difficult charm, one that I myself am not very accomplished with. It is different than a memory charm. Can anyone here perform it?" Only Mr. Granger raised his hand.

"Good," sad Dumbledore. "Now, give little Harmony all the memories you would like, so long as they are Muggle and are very plausible. And do not mention Hogwarts or that she is adopted." Mr. Granger nodded. He cast the spell over Harmony and began mumbling to himself.

"Thank you, this meeting is adjourned," said Dumbledore calmly. Everyone Disapparated, except for the Grangers, who stayed behind to wake up their new daughter.

This has been one of my weirdest plot bunnies yet. I need opinions! In the form of reviews!! -hint hint!-
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