The wind howled through the bare branches, a chilling reminder of winter's harsh grip on the land. Snowflakes danced in the moonlight, casting an eerie glow over Malfoy Manor. Inside, the warmth of the hearths did little to comfort Narcissa Malfoy as she readied herself for bed. The manor, usually a fortress of calm and control, seemed unusually restless tonight.
A sharp, unexpected knock echoed through the grand hallways, startling Narcissa. It was late, far too late for visitors. She hesitated, her heart pounding as she approached the front door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. She reached for her wand, clutching it tightly as she opened the heavy door.
The icy wind whipped around her, but no one was in sight. Narcissa frowned, scanning the empty grounds. Just as she was about to close the door, a faint whimper caught her attention. She looked down and gasped. At her feet was a small basket, swaddled in heavy furs. Inside, a baby girl with striking white hair and vivid purple eyes peered up at her, innocent and curious.
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This story will be updated weekly (when I'm back to my normal schedule. For now, I can only update every 2 weeks).
I hope you all like it!
P.S. Haven't decided who will be her endgame, but we'll see how the story will eventually go. As of the moment, it could be Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle (his ghost; still debating this), or maybe I'll make up a character in the future.
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A moan escaped her, and he abruptly ended the passionate moment. He pulled away, leaning his forehead on hers, their heavy breaths mixing in the space between them. Malfoy's thumb caressed Dahlia's cheek, and her eyes fluttered open to meet his. "You aren't expendable to me," Draco hissed forcefully. "Do you understand?"
Dahlia couldn't form words. She tried, but none came so instead she nodded.
"Words, Dumbledore, use your words."
Hissing at the use of her surname, she looked up at him and snarled, "Understood, Malfoy."
He didn't seem put off by her anger. Rather, he seemed pleased with himself. He gave a nod to her, and then locked eyes with Harry for half a second. The boys seemed to have a silent, nonverbal conversation before Potter inclined his head to the Slytherin, who did the same. Then the blonde boy disappeared through the flap of the tent.
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Dahlia Dumbledore is a young girl with a confusing past. Raised at Hogwarts as the headmaster's ward, Dahlia doesn't know who her true parent's are. Her first year at Hogwarts it becomes apparent that she isn't a normal witch, and Dumbledore makes her swear to keep her identity and powers a secret. Dahlia's alone, trapped in a web of secrets and lies. The only person who might understand her is the one person she hates.
Draco Malfoy has is own fair share of secrets. He can't help but be drawn to the strange new witch at Hogwarts, and what secrets she holds. Can he overcome his own trials to help Dahlia with hers? Will her heritage be their undoing or their salvation?
*Slowburn, so don't expect smut right away. ;)
A/N- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS - ONLY MY ORIGINAL CHARACTER AND HER STORY LINE. ALL CREDIT FOR THE HP STORIES AND CHARACTERS GOES TO J.K. ROWLING.