Chimerical

Prologue

Not once in her 20 years did Lucille Malfoy ever think of running away from the Manor. She was raised to be a strong, poised pureblood daughter, the epitome of perfection and a desirable wife for the best suitor in her father's eyes. She used to be the perfect slytherin in Hogwarts, excelling academically and desired by every other pureblood fanatic in the emerald house. It was obvious that she would support the dark lord one day by pledging her life to his cause. Yes, Lucille Malfoy should be standing there with her mother and brother, wreaking havoc on mudbloods on the last night of June, 1962.

Instead, she was frantically packing up all of her belongings into a purse with an extension charm. Without missing a beat, she threw in all of her daughter's toys and books whilst cautiously watching the door every minute, half expecting someone to come in and find her leaving. Her pale hair was sticking out in every direction and sweat lined her perfectly sculpted face. Worry, fear and anger were evident emotions radiating from Rosemary's mother, whom on the contrary laid fast asleep on the golden bed. She looked peaceful with her chocolate brown hair cascading down her shoulder and a teddy bear snuggled in her arms.

More than anything in the world, Lucille wanted to shield Rose from all the supremacist brainwash. She just wanted her daughter to grow up as a capable and independent girl, not the Dark Lord's pawn. Leaving Malfoy Manor would mean no financial support or claim to the Malfoy fortune. Ofcourse that was the least of her concerns and quite frankly, she believed they were better off without that fortune. But the danger of being hunted was the only reason she hadn't fled for months now. With one look at her daughter, Lucille knew that she owed it to Rose. She could have a better life with a wholesome career and the right people in it.

The next hour was spent double checking and taking down all the protective spells she had performed earlier that day. She then proceeded to carry her daughter and apparate to their new home. Alas, before she could do so, the door was forced open by her mother and brother, both now facing her. Abraxas Malfoy stood there with his wand raised next to the stern Catherine Malfoy. Her brother was known for his ruthlessness but to Lucille he was always caring and protective. For the very first time Lucille could have sworn he was pleading with his eyes, pleading for her to stay. However, the same could not be said for the Malfoy Matriarch. Anger was evident in her eyes but when she spoke, it the same steely and icy tone. "Do not assume for even a single moment that you will be a Malfoy after this. You will be disowned and your child will be raised among peasants and mudbloods. Is that really what you want Lucille? Stay here and you will be forgiven in due time after a suitable punishment."

At least we will both be safe was the first thought Lucille had. It wouldn't matter she thought. She wouldn't have to pretend or serve some power thirsty maniac and be part of a monstrous cult. With Rose in her arms and a non magic spell in mind she straitened her head. "I'm leaving." The silence was deafening and the weight of her words required a moment to sink in.

The colour of Catherine's face seemingly intensified as she inhaled sharply. This time, she raised her own wand and with a blood curling scream, cast a spell. This spell was unforgivable and it could even take away the sanity of the victim. Yes, this was the same spell children of the pureblood households were beyond familiar with. "Cruciooo!"

Red light blinded everyone in that room leaving the Malfoys unsure of whether or not the disowned blood traitor escaped unharmed.

Just before the spell hit her, Lucille managed to apparate out of the manner. She now stood outside Lavenham in Suffolk where she intended to write a new chapter for Rose and herself. It was a quiet night and the cool breeze accompanied the single mother as she carried her daughter a few blocks down the road to their new cottage. The spacious cottage was something she could not have afforded on her own and for that, Lucille would forever be grateful to Queenie Kowalski. Despite Queenie's protests, Lucille had promised to slowly pay back for the house.

As predicted, leaving behind her old self was the best decision Lucille had made. Rose grew up safely and bloomed into a young, beautiful witch in the next 9 years, by when, it was time for her to leave home for hogwarts.