Lost: A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Prolouge

(Unknown P.O.V.)

A red haired woman sat in a rocking chair, gently holding two babies in her arms. She held two little girls and gently sung a lullaby to them. Beside her a jet black haired man held an almost identical to himself, baby boy.

"Triplets Ginny, triplets!" The black haired man said happily. The red haired woman was about to respond when a cloud of ash erupted from the fire place. They spun around to face a man in a black cloak with a mask over his face. Before they could even grab their wands the masked figure bellowed, "Pertrificus totalus"

The spell hit the red haired woman and she was suddenly stiff, and unable to move. Just as the black haired man grabbed his wand the figure repeated the spell and it hit square in the dark haired man's chest. The man fell over cradling the baby in his arms.

The figure calmly walked over to the terrified red head, who was frozen in her spot. With a cruel smile he took the babies from her arms. One baby wailed, and the others eyes turned a bright purple. He swiftly walked over to the fireplace. He then turned back to the Potter's.

"You will never see your precious children again!" He sneered and disappeared in the fire place, back where he had come from. The black haired man tried to keep himself from crushing the baby, he was cradling in his arms.

Minutes later a crowd of red haired people apparated into the living room. "Surprise, happy birthday!" They screamed gleefully. But soon stopped when they saw the frozen figures. A red head and a bushy brown haired lady rushed to each of the figures sides. "Renervate" they murmured together.

The red haired lady screamed, a soulful scream that echoed throughout the room. She then collapsed in tears, and a plump woman quickly led her out. Everyone turned to the man. The red haired man asked, "Harry what happened?" Harry turned "He took them! He took Kyla and Cleo!" He howled with rage. People disaparated left and right.

Some stayed to comfort them. Hermione disaparated to the Ministry of Magic. "Help someone Help!" She screamed. People peaked their heads out of their offices, looking for the source of the noise. A man by the name of Kingsley rushed forward.

"Hermione what happened?" He asked. She looked up at him and choked out, "Kyla and Cleo Potter have been taken!"

(Draco Malfoy's P.O.V.)

Astoria and I slowly trudged toward the Malfoy Manor. My wife and I had taken our 1 year old son on a birthday picnic when it had started to rain. Now we were soaking wet and fairly chilly. The huge gates around the Manor opened as we approached.

Standing in the living room was non-other than my Father, Lucius Malfoy. I whipped out my wand and pointed it at his heart. "You're not going to kill me are you son?" He said insanely. "I am not your son and you are no father of mine!" I hissed.

His face darkened and his eyes flickered to something behind me. I spun around and was facing a cupboard. I opened it and found two little girls. One had pink hair and crazy purple eyes. The other had green hair and sea blue eyes.

Just as I looked, the one with pink hair and purple eyes suddenly changed. Her eyes turned grey and hair, the same shade of blonde as me. I allowed a small smile to form on my face, but it quickly vanished as I heard a pop, indicating that Lucius had disaparated.

I cursed and turned toward the spot he had been standing. My wife came back down holding my son. "Draco?" She asked. I scooped up the babies and turned to her. She gasped and her eyes widened. "How? Where?" She sputtered out?

I shook my head. She gently handed me my son and took them in her arms. Her eyes softened as they met the babies' eyes. "Maybe we should keep them?" She asked. I nodded numbly, and in the back of my mind I wondered how my Father could have possibly come across these two little girls.