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She didn't remember much,
"You're under arrest for the use of the unforgivable curses and the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom!"
It was only a blur, her mother and father escorted away by men in suits she didn't recognize, the rain pelted down outside the manor, it was much better by the fire, but they were now out there in the rain.
The glassy windows flashed with green, before aggressive shouts of "Restrain them!", "Only more to prove!" and "They are!"
A voice called out, "There's a baby here!"
She was picked up and brought to another manor, where she spent the next few years of her life.
Narcissa Leona Malfoy sits in the living room of Malfoy Manor, her husband, Lucifer, is fast asleep in a nearby armchair with a snoozing baby boy in his hands. She smiles slightly, before the sound of a hand knocking against a door is heard.
"Not my family... please... not my family..."
Narcissa scuttles to the windowsill and peeks up as if she were a child waiting for Saint Nicholas on Christmas eve, four ministry officers stand by the door, and the woman shivers in fear, they haven't forced entry, not yet.
"No, don't take me and my family... I've done nothing, nothing... I didn't kill anyone... please... this was forced... I didn't want to join them..." She mutters in fear, preparing an entire speech for when the officials would break down the door with a blasting curse, and for her and her husband to be taken away from their beloved son.
The only comfort was the ticking of the clock, she had counted it too many time when the officials disappeared, but something was left on her doorstep.
"Better not be a portkey... no... I refuse to be taken away from my son..." She muttered, creaking the door open.
On her doorstep is a beautiful baby girl, with a small string tied around her hand.
Azalea Esmie Lestrange
Her sister... what had happened to her sister... why is her sister's daughter here? Narcissa's fingers stumbled upon the soft blanket the child was swaddled in, and took her into the house, she'd have a blast of a time explaining to her husband why all of a sudden they had yet another baby.
11 Years Later
"Dobby is pleased to present Master Draco Lucius Malfoy, and Mistress Azalea Esmie Lestrange, their early Hogwarts acceptance letters on account of their parent's request to the ministry."
The two parchment envelopes the House-Elf was holding seemed to give off a magical glow in the moonlight, Azalea shook before opening the beautiful seal depicting the crest of the magic school. Its almost if the page gave off magic itself. She looked at her adopted brother and smiled, they could become powerful beings, if only they should choose the right paths.