Why does she look like a Malfoy?
Celeste Starling has had a very unfortunate life; found in front of an orphanage at four years old, adopted a few months later then and loosing her adoptive parents in a car accident at the age of six.
Now the fiftee...
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CELESTE FELT LIKE A
four years old again, crying in her parents arms. Her mother was there and so was her father. Her twin brother had joined the hug, making the family of four finally be a family of four again. There were no words to describe how it felt for Narcissa and Lucius, to have their daughter back.
Narcissa had had her back once but now, it felt even more real because it was Celeste's own choice. Lucius' heart was full, he was tired and exhausted from Azkaban but he hasn't felt this good in a long long time.
"Daddy," Celeste whispered through her tears as she held onto her father tighter. Growing up, Celeste thought the world of him. He was always there for her, no matter what and he swore to protect her. Unfortunately his promises weren't filled because of Dumbledore's actions but that didn't mean that he wasn't serious about them when he made them.
Lucius let out a deep chuckle. "Yes princess?" He asked softly and gently stroked Celeste's Malfoy blonde hair.
Celeste tilted her head so she could look into her father's eyes. "Princess?" She frowned, making her mother and father laugh at her unpleased look.
"She doesn't like to be called that," Narcissa sighed lovingly and kissed the top of Celeste's head.
"All right then," Lucius said, partly feeling like he has been stabbed. His little girl didn't like to be called princess anymore but then again, she was no longer a little girl.
Carefully, Celeste removed herself from her parents although her mother still held her hand and her father had his hands on her shoulders, neither one of them wanted to really let go. Celeste smiled at them, her tears stained cheeks blushing.
"I'm so happy you're here," Narcissa sniffed and fought against the fresh tears that had appeared to her eyes. "I thought I had lost you again."
"I'm so sorry," Celeste bit her lip and squished her mother's hand. "I just needed some time to think."
Narcissa nodded and tried her best to flash a small smile to her daughter. "I know sweetheart."
"I don't want to interrupt this but could we go and sit?" Draco spoke up, realizing that they were all still standing, and he had been up for several hours. He walked over to the couch and gestured his family to sit down as well.
