Wolf Princess Chapter 1

Painful screams were moving through the entire manor. Inside the birthing chamber a young mother was having a very rough time. The contractions were coming closer and closer together, causing her even more pain with each one that hit. The woman was sweating and her face was scrunched up. There were two other people in there with her.

One of them was a midwife kneeling beside the woman, trying to keep the woman's face cool with a wet cloth. The other was a healer at the edge of the bed, watching for when it was time for the mother to start pushing.

Finally after what seemed like hours it was time.

"Okay, I need you to push now," ordered the Healer.

The young woman obliged immediately.

Outside of the birthing chamber the woman's husband was anxiously waiting outside the door. His arms were crossed and he had a blank look on his face, but inside he was nervous for his wife.

Back inside the woman was pushing with all her might. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much progress. She fell back against her pillows, gasping for air.

"You're almost there," said the Healer. "Just one more push. Come on, you can do it."

The woman took in a large breath. She grasped onto her sheets. Using all of her strength she pushed with all her strength, letting out a piercing scream, and the baby was released. She collapsed back onto her pillows s the newborn let out a wail, taking its first breath.

Outside of the birthing chamber the husband had been pacing, but hearing the child's wail stopped him in his tracks. His eyes were locked on that door.

The healer cut the umbilical cord while the midwife was cleaning the baby.

Right now the young mother was too tired to even sit up. The birth had taken a large toll on her. Just because she wasn't able to sit up didn't mean she couldn't use her voice.

"What…what is it," she asked, breathlessly.

The infant was now cleaned and wrapped up swaddled in a soft blanket. The midwife held the baby up for the mother to see. "A daughter, Mrs. Malfoy," spoke the midwife, smiling. "You have a fine daughter."

"A daughter," spoke Narcissa Malfoy, closing her eyes. How could this have happened? She had prayed and wished so hard for it to be a son not a daughter. Her husband had taken pride in thinking that he would soon be granted a son, an heir to the Malfoy legacy. He most certainly wasn't going to be pleased about this.

Sighing, Narcissa reached out her arms for the infant. "Let me see her," she said, tiredly.

The midwife obliged, bringing the baby over and putting the baby in the young mother's arms. The midwife helped Narcissa sit up and once she was in a good position Narcissa was able to get a good look at her daughter.

The infant was small, but healthy. Unwrapping the blanket Narcissa counted her daughters fingers and toes. They were all there. While wrapping the blanket back around her child she looked closely at her face. The child's face may still have been forming, but she could already tell that she was going to have her face. There was a tuft of blonde hair on the top of the child's head although it looked far more white than blonde.

Narcissa stroked a finger down the child's chubby cheek. Doing so woke up her daughter, opening her eyes. The color of her eyes was blue-gray. They were a mixture of her husbands and her own. Narcissa could tell that she was going to be a real beauty when she was older.

Narcissa adjusted her new daughter in her arms, getting a firmer grip on her. "Hello, little one," she said, softly. "What am I going to call you?"

The child gurgled and reached out a hand toward her mother. Narcissa gave her a finger and the infant grasped onto it in her small hand. Narcissa stared down at her child's face, thinking hard on a name. During the long months of her own pregnancy she and her husband had only thought of male names, never knowing they would be getting a girl instead.

And then, out of nowhere, it hit her. Smiling, Narcissa looked down into her daughters eyes. "Aurora," she said, tenderly, "Aurora Narcissa Malfoy."

The infant gave her mother a small smile as if agreeing with her choice.

As the midwife was making the mother and daughter more comfortable in the bed, the healer went straight for the door. Opening it the healer found a nervous husband waiting on the other side.

"Mr. Malfoy," said the Healer, smiling.

Without saying anything, Lucius Malfoy moved past the healer and entered the room. He went straight over to his wife and child. Seeing him coming the midwife straightened up from her position beside the bed. She stepped back and moved out of his way. Lucius didn't notice this. He had eyes only for his wife and the bundle she was holding in her arms.

Narcissa lifted her head from her baby, smiling at her husband. "Lucius," she said, softly.

When Lucius reached his wife's bedside Narcissa loosened the blanket around the child. Lucius then got a good look at the infant. When he was done feasting on the child's features there was a very proud look on his face and softness in his eyes.

Narcissa lifted her little girl toward her father, keeping the little one in her arms.

Not knowing it was a daughter, Lucius leaned a bit forward, asking "Have you picked out a name?"

"Yes," said Narcissa. "Aurora Narcissa Malfoy." The expression on her face was a bit apprehensive and the reason why was soon revealed.

At hearing the name Aurora, Lucius's face turned from full of pride to puzzled. "Aurora," he questioned, eyes on his wife.

Narcissa nodded, saying "Yes, a girl."

The change on her husband's face was immediate. The softness left his face and instead was replaced by anger and fury.

Narcissa became nervous when seeing this change come upon her husband. "Lucius," she said, trying to gracefully get his attention.

Lucius turned his attention away from the little one and over to his wife. Narcissa was pointing with her eyes at the spot where the healer and the midwife were standing. Without turning, Lucius looked at them. The midwife was oblivious o the change in Lucius she had eyes only for the infant. The healer was a different story. The healer was looking right at Lucius and there was a concerned expression on her face. She had obviously noticed the anger in Lucius.

Lucius composed himself. Straightening up he cleared his throat, asking "How is my wife?"

"Exhausted," answered the Healer, "with enough rest your wife will be back to full strength in only a few days."

"And the child," asked Lucius, turning slightly.

"For a full-term infant she is smaller than she is supposed to be, but, like her mother, she does seem strong," assured the Healer.

At the healers words a frown appeared on Lucius's face. That wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear.

Lucius puled two small bags out of his robes, handing them to the healer and the midwife. "This should suffice for your services. Now leave us," ordered Lucius. "Wait outside. I need to have a discussion with my wife."

The midwife immediately obeyed, leaving the chamber, the healer stayed behind. She said "Honestly, Mr. Malfoy, I think I should remain a bit longer."

"Are you implying that I don't know how to properly look after my wife," inquired Lucius, dangerously.

"No, of course not," said the Healer, quickly.

"Then leave," said Lucius. "I will talk with you once I have spoken with my wife."

The healer wanted to speak further against this decision, but knew it wasn't her place. "As you wish," she said, reluctantly leaving the chamber.

One the healer had left Lucius locked the door and placed a silencing spell on it. He didn't want anyone on the outside to hear what was to be said.

Now that they were the only occupants in the chamber the composure that was on his face slipped and the anger he had been repressing for the past few minutes came out full force. "I demand an explanation," shouted Lucius.

Wincing, Narcissa asked "Is something wrong, Lucius?"

"You damn well know what's wrong," snarled Lucius. "You promised me a son not a girl."

"I know that, Lucius," said Narcissa. "Don't you think I tried to give you a son?"

"You said you were sure it would be a male," said Lucius.

"I thought it was," said Narcissa.

"I needed a male heir," said Lucius, putting his hand through his hair, "not a female."

"Just because she is a girl, Lucius, does not mean she can't still be useful. Let's not forget that I can still give you a son," assured Narcissa. "Give it time."

But Lucius was shaking his head. "This child was a mistake and I intend to correct it," said Lucius, eyes hard.

At first Narcissa couldn't figure out what Lucius was saying. Suddenly realization dawned on her and an expression of horror took over her face.

"No," she said, clutching Aurora to his chest. "Lucius please…"

"I have made my decision, Narcissa," spoke Lucius firmly, a cold glint in his eyes. "This child cannot carry on the Malfoy legacy."

"That doesn't mean you have to kill her," persisted Narcissa. "Once a son is born to us then you can name him your heir. Lucius, Aurora is your firstborn."

"The Dark Lord desires loyal followers, Narcissa," said Lucius. "I can't give him that with a daughter."

"Like you, my sister is one of his inner circle. She is held in high regard to the Dark Lord. Surely there would be room for Aurora once she comes of age," said Narcissa, desperate, trying to find a way to convince her husband to let them keep their daughter.

"That would be years from now. Besides, very few women have taken the mark as it is and become Death Eaters. Your sister, Bellatrix, is the acceptation to that," said Lucius, waving his hand dismissively.

"I bear the Dark Mark," said Narcissa.

"Yes, but this is because you are my wife," said Lucius. A cold and hard expression took over his face. He knew exactly what Narcissa had been trying to get at.

"Enough of this nonsense, Narcissa," said Lucius, angrily. "My decision is final the child will die."

Narcissa just had to try one more time. "Lucius please…," began Narcissa, begging.

"It is decided," snarled Lucius. His voice was firm and there was a touch of finality in his voice. Lucius had put his foot down.

Narcissa knew that once Lucius had gotten into this state there was no changing his mind. Any remaining chance of stopping him was now in the garbage.

Narcissa slumped back against the bed, defeated. "What will we tell people," she asked. "The healer and the midwife have already seen her. They'll know we did something to get rid of her."

"Leave them to me," said Lucius. He already had a plan in mind for those two.

Narcissa sighed, asking "And what about all the others?"

"We will say that the baby was stillborn. That is didn't have a chance of taking its first breath," answered Lucius, easily. He had everything planned out.

Lucius then called for his servant. "Dobby," he called, commandingly.

A moment later their house-elf appeared in the middle of the room. It was a small creature with large, bat-like eas, bulging green eyes, along with a long, thin nose. It was wearing an old pillowcase that had rips in certain places as arm and leg holes.

"Y-yes, Master," said Dobby, voice high-pitched.

Lucius gestures toward the bundle Narcissa was holding in her arms. "I want you to take that abomination into the Forbidden Forest and leave it there," said Lucius.

Dobby's eyes widened as he looked at the baby. "The L-little Miss," stuttered Dobby, "but Master…"

Before Dobby could get another word out Lucius smacked him hard with his cane. Dobby let out a squeal as he hit the floor hard.

"How dare you question my orders," growled Lucius. "You will do as you're told!"

"Yes, M-master," stuttered Dobby, cowering. "F-forgive me, M-master."

While Lucius had called Dobby, Narcissa had been gazing silently at her child's face. She was trying to take in as much detail as possible before her daughter was taken from her forever. The baby yawned and stretched, looking ready for a good night sleep making Narcissa smile. She noticed something on the corner of the baby's blanket. There were the initials of the name of her "son".

Narcissa looked at Lucius and saw that he was busy talking at their house-elf. Her wand was lying on the bedside table. She grabbed and pointed it at the initials on the blanket. Tapping it once the initials changed into those of her daughters. They had been transfigured into A.M for Aurora Malfoy.

Narcissa had just placed her want back onto the table when she noticed Dobby moving closer to the bed. Instinctively, Narcissa turned away from Dobby and clutched Aurora tighter to her chest.

"Now, now Narcissa," said Lucius, seeing his wife's resistance. "You know it must be done."

Dobby's arms shook as he held his arms out for little Aurora, waiting for his mistress to place the child in them.

Tears were rolling down Narcissa's face as she looked down into her daughters face. "I love you, my daughter," she said, placing a soft kiss at the top of her child's head. "I'm so sorry."

Narcissa bent down and reluctantly placed the little girl into Dobby's arms Dobby moved away from the bed and looked up at his master for further orders.

"Go now," commanded Lucius.

In an instant, Dobby had Apparated out of Malfoy Manor, taking Aurora Malfoy with him.

Immediately, Narcissa placed her face in her hands. Her body was shaking with suppressed sobs.

Lucius said nothing, he just calmly moved over to the door. He took the silencing spell off of it and unlocked the door. Before he opened it Lucius turned toward his wife.

"Do not be distressed, Narcissa," said Lucius, softly. "By tomorrow this'll all be a bad dream, completely forgotten." With that Lucius left the chamber, closing the door quietly behind him.

As soon as Lucius had gone Narcissa completely broke down. She fell onto the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably. The sobs and tears she had tried to suppress in her husband's presence came out in full force. Her cries were filled with such pain and distress, knowing she would never see her little daughter again.

While heading down to the parlor Lucius was bearing a satisfied smile on his face. Once Lucius reached the main parlor Lucius quickly composed himself and stepped inside.

The healer and midwife were still inside waiting for him to arrive. They both stood up at his entrance.

Lucius nodded to each of them. "My wife and I thank you for your services," he said.

The healer returned his nod while the midwife smiled.

Lucius sighed, saying "It's a shame the baby was stillborn. Narcissa is so devastated by the loss of our first child."

"What are you talking about," asked the Healer, confused. "That baby may have been small, but she was perfectly healthy."

"She's right," spoke the midwife. "That baby wasn't at all stillborn."

Smirking, Lucius said "It is now." Unknown to the healer and midwife, Lucius had hidden his want up in the sleeve of his robe. Now he flexed his arm and his wand easily slid down into his hand.

The healer was the one of figure out what was happening, but she realized it too late. Before she could even pull out her wand Lucius pointed his straight at her and the midwife.

"Obliviate," shouted Lucius.

Neither the healer nor the midwife had a chance of blocking the spell in time. Compared to Lucius, their reflexes just weren't fast enough. In a matter of minutes the two of them left Malfoy Manor. These two had their memories modified. Now they had in their minds that a stillborn baby being born to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, not a live one.

Elsewhere miles away a house-elf appears in the middle of the Forbidden Forest while carrying a wrapped bundle. Dobby wanted desperately to bring the child to the castle that stood at the edge of the forest, but he had to follow his Masters orders. He may have had to follow them, but his heart was his own.

Dobby found a spot in between two large roots of a tree. There was a sad look in his eyes as he put her there. "I'm sorry, Little Miss," said Dobby, softly.

Dobby then Apparated out of the area, leaving the baby there all alone.

Exposed to the elements Aurora was now faced with danger and without any kind of protection.

A gust of wind went over to the spot where Aurora was and woke her up from her slumber. Feeling the cold air on her skin she started to cry. With each time her cries weren't answered they just kept getting louder and louder, demanding for attention and food. Aurora never got her first meal from her mother's milk so she was so hungry at the moment.

Aurora's cries echoed throughout the forest. It seemed as if no one would actually come to her rescue. Fortunately, for the child, her cries were just loud enough to reach someone's ears.