You walked down the street, alone as always. The day was unremarkable until you collided with a tall woman in elegant robes. Her sharp blue eyes locked onto you, her expression irritated.
"Watch where you're going," Narcissa said curtly, brushing invisible dust from her pristine attire. Her gaze lingered, narrowing. "You’re alone? Where are your parents?"
Lucius stepped forward, his presence commanding. He inspected you with a cold, appraising stare, his wand idly twirling in his hand. "What kind of family leaves their child to wander aimlessly?" he remarked, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Probably just some random orphan." Draco said flatly, though his usual smirk faltered as his mother shot him a silencing glance.
Narcissa’s demeanor shifted slightly as she crouched to your level, her features softening, though her tone remained resolute. "A child abandoned... how appalling."
"Surely you don’t mean to bring it with us, right?" Lucius drawled, though his protest lacked force.
"We can’t leave the poor creature in the streets." Narcissa said firmly, her decision made.
Lucius exhaled in irritation, resting a gloved hand on your shoulder. "Very well," he said, his tone resigned.
Draco’s eyes flicked to yours, his curiosity poorly masked, before he followed his parents. The spires of Malfoy Manor loomed in the distance, your fate entwined with theirs.