Prologue

Besides the ever-so famous prophecy about Harry Potter, the boy who lived, there was another. Lesser known, only among the Dark Lords followers was it ever discussed.

"My lord," An old wizard wearing a dark hooded cloak, embellished modestly with a sliver Slytherin crest and clutching a jagged staff with a murky green jewel at the top spoke calmly. "I've been told, informed by Percius, of another prophecy."

Voldemort's face showed no interest, not even confusion, "Unless it directly pertains to me, I have no interest." He stroked Nagini with his white as bone finger.

"The prophecy states, on the 15 of February, a boy of prestigious pure-blood pedigree will be born." Seeing a slight raise of interest from his Lord encouraged him to continue, "It's said in him, dark powers, more deadly than any other wizards, will be awoken."

"More powerful than mine?" He looked at the man with humor at first, and then the words dawned on him, "More powerful, than the dark lords?" He abruptly stood, tension and anger in his face, "This cannot be!"

"I've only told you, w-what is written, it could be false, Lord"

"But, if it is to happen…" He pondered for a moment, thoughtfully and furiously stroking the snake coiled around his wrist.

"If I may, Lord, you could spread the word of the prophecy, telling your followers it would be a great honor to bear the child, then when his powers are completely developed, harvest them for yourself."

Voldermort laughed high and cruel, "Lameuon, this is exactly what I'll do."

Lameuon relaxed his stature, "How should I spread the word?"

"I'll call my followers here; they have the highest pedigrees, it's almost sure to be one of them."

"But, you tell everyone on our side and our side only." Voldermort's slits of eyes darkened, "No one on the other side is to ever find out, and if they do, whoever informed them will pay with the Dementors kiss." His words were flat dead hanging in the air of the cool dungeon.

There was a pause before Lameuon spoke, "Yes Lord, I will go forth at once."

"Go." He sat down again, and resumed stroking Nagini, "Oh and Lameuon," he was hallways out the door, "remember to stress what an honor it would be." His mouth split into a cruel smile.

"Rest assured, Lord" He chuckled meekly, "Rest assured."

February 15- one year later

Narcissa and Lucius had been awaiting the arrival of a child, if it would be the one spoken of in the prophecy, they knew not, until Narcissa's due date grew nearer and nearer, and so did the fifteenth of second month. When she looked like she would go into labor at any second, they knew, the honor of bearing the prophecy child would be there's.

The moment the fifteenth dawned, Narcissa went into labor, 12 hours later holding a large, baby boy. His skin was white as cotton; his eyes looked like jewels, a wisp of white blonde no thicker than velvet sat on top his head. His parents fawned over him, even the nurse exclaimed how lovely he was.

"What should we call him?" Lucius spoke softly, almost like a whisper into his wife's ear.

"Draco, like the rare, powerful gem he is."**They both smiled, Lucius stroking his knew sons hair.

The nurse smiled sweetly, "I got to take little Draco for his protective charms and antibodies now, okay?" It wasn't really a question; she took the baby in her arms without waiting for an answer.

There dirty looks towards were the nurse were interrupted, "Oh! Oh!" Narcissa winced and placed her hand over top her womb, "There's something else!"

Lucius stepped back his hands gingerly folded, "After birth, perhaps?"

"No! No, not tha- AHHH!" She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned in pain.

"Narcissa, Narcissa do you need me to call a nurse?"

"NO- don't, I'm fine."

Lucius did not call; he knew his wife was too proud to ask for help, ever- especially with matters such as this.

After a few minutes of grunting and groaning Narcissa stopped, relaxed her body a little, but she was still panting, and muffled cries were heard from under her bed blanket.

Lucius took hold of the baby, holding it not as a baby should be held, and away from his body. It was long, but scrawny and bony, not like its brother witch had a healthy amount of fat. It fussed fairly quietly but the Malfoy's had feared it would be heard, they held a cloth up to its mouth to muffle its sounds.

"The prophecy said there was only to be one child born!" Lucius whispered furiously.

"We can't let anyone know, we mustn't ruin our chances at being taken seriously by the Dark Lord!"

"What can we do?"

"Suppose we kill it…"

"No! We can't put Draco's magical abilities at stake!"

When his wife gave him a curious look he decided to extrapolate, "When twins are born, especially in the wizarding world, a bond is formed. If that bond is broken, by one leaving this world before the other, the twin left, more often than not, loses all magical ability."

"Even if there not identical? It is a girl…."

"We can't risk our son going through life as a," he choked slightly at the last words, "squib."

Narcissa bowed her head, "Go home with her then, tell one of the house elves to take care of her, making sure they vow to keep her a secret. We must make sure we hide her perfectly; she must never step foot in the world outside our home.