A Malfoy's Promise

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Twas a sunny day in London. Everyone was happily going on about their schedule as usual. You might say it was all an act the way everyone was acting, but merrily an exciting day. Why you ask? Well, simple. Most of London's students, of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, were getting ready to head back to the holy-like place.

Children and adult sprang outside, all disguised as average muggles. They played taunting the poor kids in Maple's Orphanage. Maple's Orphanage, the oldest orphanage around, is probably the nicest and loving home an orphan could have.

Every child in the orphanage was happily bouncing around with excitement, just to be let outside to play. Who would be a fool not to be outside on a sunny day in London? Well that fool would be a lonely, sixteen year-old, girl.

Amelia sat at the windowsill of room 56, in Maple's Orphanage. She sighed watching her fellow orphans dancing in the light rays. For a reason, Amelia had not felt the need to go outside, even though she was always stuck inside. She envied the birds outside, as they flew by her sitting window, because they were free. Free to do as they desired.

Amelia had been dropped off at the orphanage since she was a little baby. She knew nothing about her parents and didn't intend on finding out who they were. She was hoping someone would adopt her and care for her, unlike her previous-unknown parents that left her at this dump-hole. Though, from what most could see, she had benefited from her parents; acquiring their good looks.

Amelia was not bad looking and was sure a sight for sore eyes, but from the years at the orphanage sure had beaten her down. She had silky brunette hair and sparkling-hazel eyes and pale skin to pop out her features. Some would say she was the goddess of life (since she brought happiness and life to those of sorrow), but Amelia only saw a broken girl. No more.

Suddenly, there was a quaint knock at the door. Amelia turned her head to see Skylar Maple, a short, old, stout women, peek through the door.

"Amelia, you have a visitor." Ms.Maple said, softly.

Amelia raised her eyebrow, giving Ms.Maple a questioning look. Ms.Maple shrugged and closed the door behind her as she left so that Amelia could prepare. Amelia sighed, getting up from her spot and stood, putting on her best smile.

Not a few moments later, the most peculiar man Amelia had ever seen walked through the door. She had no means of being polite but gape at him. He wore a blue-silver robe and half-moon spectacles. But what most stunned Amelia was his long-white beard. Amelia could not help but stare at his left hand, which was burnt to a deep black. He stood in front of Amelia, only towering a few feet above her. He smiled warmly at her, with compassion, as if she were his own.

"May I have a seat?" The man asked, gesturing to Amelia's wooden chair.

She blinked, trying to synthesize herself that this was not happening. Surprisingly, she realized this was real and only nodded her head as she took a seat back at the windowsill. They sat in their spots for a while, staring, until the old man spoke.

"How in-polite of me," he said "My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore and you are Amelia? I presume?"

Amelia nodded, speechless for words. He smiled once again at her. "You must wondering very much why I am here."

Again, Amelia nodded. "Quite."

"Well, I've been told some very interesting things about you."

"What have they told you?" Amelia whispered.

"Only the best I could dream of."

She raised her eyebrow. "The best?"

"You have a very special gift, Amelia."