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Madeline Wickersham had what many middle-aged women would claim to be the perfect life. Her maiden name had been Duke, which happened to be one of the most elite pureblood families in the wizarding world. She had married Henry Wickersham, another elite pureblood, thirty years ago in the wedding quoted to be that of the century and to the many hundreds of guests in attendance, it certainly was.

Their marriage had survived two wars, good triumphing over evil both times. The Wickershams had not taken part in either of the wars like so many of the other pureblood families had and as a result, they had maintained their statue and reputation, amongst many other things.

Henry had been working in the ministry ever since they had gotten married and had climbed the ministry ladder steadily for the past thirty years. It was due to his hard work and cunning business skills that put him in the position that he is now. In three months all the wizards and witches of western Europe would be voting for their next Minister and Henry’s name, along with five other candidates, would be on the ballot. Many of the newspapers and magazines were already giving Henry the victory but they would all have to wait till October to know the final result.

While most pureblood women would take the role of trophy wife if their husband was in this kind of position, Madeline was not your typical trophy wife. She had trained to be a healer straight out of Hogwarts and had risen to be one of the most proclaimed healers in all the world. She was currently the head healer at St. Mungo’s and would soon be taking the position of Director at the magical hospital.

Madeline’s perfect life would not be complete without her beautiful daughter, Charlotte Wickersham. Charlotte was like the epiphany of a pureblood daughter. She had blond, curly hair and the bluest eyes for miles. She had attended Beaubaxtons Academy and had been at the top of her class all seven years. Right after school she had taken a stab at modeling and had succeeded immensely. It was actually at one of her fashion shows that she had met her future husband, the one and only Draco Malfoy. The Malfoy’s were one of the other pureblood families that had not been hurt drastically at the end of the second Great War. While Draco had made a grave decision in his early teens concerning the great wizard, Albus Dumbledore, he had been forgiven when he switched to the good side and had helped the famous Harry Potter defeat the darkest wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. Draco and Charlotte had been married within a year in a wedding that would have revealed Henry and Madeline’s. They had moved into the beautiful Malfoy mansion which had been recently vacated due to Lucius Malfoy’s sudden death and Narcissa Malfoy moving into a spacious penthouse in the south of France.

Charlotte and Draco were probably the most photographed couple in this decade. Draco owned several Quidditch teams and Charlotte still modeled quite often making both of them quite famous on their own accord. But seeing as both of them were blonde, beautiful, and so charismatic, whenever these two were seen out together the very next day the photograph would be seen on the front page of every magazine in western Europe.

The press got even more hectic five years ago when Charlotte gave birth to the couple first child, a beautiful baby girl the couple had named Delilah. The child had been photographed everywhere, from shopping with her mother to sitting at a Quidditch game with her father. Just like her parents, Delilah was a beautiful child with bouncing blonde curls and baby blue eyes, with enough energy to sink a ship.

All in all Madeline Wickersham’s life was perfect. She had a fulfilling job, a loving husband, a beautiful daughter, an adoring son-in-law, and a adorable granddaughter. Maybe this was why Madeline was so surprised at what happened an unusually chilling and stormy night at the end of July. She was walking around her posh townhouse in the heart of London, checking to make sure everything was locked, seeing as how Henry had been away on business for the past few days, when she heard a knock at the front door. She was slightly alarmed seeing as how it was nearing 1:00 in the morning but none the less she walked down the beautifully decorated foyer to the front door and yanked it open.

Standing on the front steps was Charlotte, carrying a sleeping Delilah, both soaked to the bone from the storm outside. This sight alone told Madeline that something was wrong but when she looked at her daughter usually unblemished face, she knew she was right. Her daughter’s left cheek was a ghastly black and blue and the cheekbone seemed to be protruding from her face. Her face was tear-stained and when she was safely in her parent’s house, she collapsed on the floor, crying, “Help me mom…” 

A/N~ Hope y'all liked this first chapter! Please review with what you thought of it!

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