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    The little girl sat in her bed flipping through a book in her lap. She stopped on a page near the middle and reached out and stroked the only picture on the page, a woman, her mother swinging in a swing at a child’s park, laughing and smiling. The little girl picked up the scrapbook and kissed the picture before closing it and placing it in a small trunk beside her. The trunk held all the little girl’s most precious possessions, the scrapbook and the silver Dragonfly bracelet on her wrist, the most special. She closed the trunk and stuck the key into the keyhole below the words Mia’s Box and turned it until she heard the soft click of the lock. As she lifted it off her bed and onto the floor her golden locks of curly hair bounced on her shoulders. Then she pushed it back under her bed before going down to breakfast. “Daddy, can we go see Mommy today?” Mia asked her father as she sat down in her chair at the table.

                “Maybe, I’ll think about it.” Draco replied. Mia looked down into her bowl of oat meal not saying any thing more for the rest of breakfast.

                “Mia if your finished let’s go upstairs and get you dressed for the day.” Mia’s nanny said a few minutes later. Mia scooted off her chair and left the room.

                Once Mia was dressed they came back downstairs just in time to see Draco off to work. “Come here, my little Dragonfly” Draco said opening his arms wide to hug Mia. Mia ran into his open arms. “When I get home from work we’ll go see Mommy, ok?” He whispered into her ear.

                “Really?” Draco nodded, “Oh thank you Daddy.” Mia kissed him on the cheek and ran to Nanny’s out stretched hand.

                “Be good for Nanny today, ok” Draco called after her.

                “I will, Daddy” and then she was out of sight inside the door to the playroom. Draco smiled, slipped his cloak on and left for work.

               

                Mia skipped up the corridors and stairs of St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries later that evening. She led the way because she knew her way around so well, due to visiting so often. Then all of a sudden she stopped outside a door at the top of a set of stairs with a sign hanging above it. She looked up although she couldn’t read it she knew what it said, “Fourth Floor: Spell Damage. Daddy, this is Mommy’s floor right?” She said as she swung around to look at Draco.

                “Yes it is, now in you go.” He said opening the door to a long white corridor. She looked into it. This was when she would start to slow down and stay close to Draco. Draco on some occasions would have to coax her in some how. But today she just grabbed Draco’s hand and walked beside him. Mia stopped and looked up at Draco.

                “What’s Mommy’s number again.” She said with a little voice.

                “Number 3206” He said walking her along again. At the very end of the corridor they found the right room. “This is it, see three-two-zero-six” He said pointing out the numbers on the door. Mia wrapped her little hands around the door handle and turned it.

                The room was suddenly flooded with light as Mia screamed with excitement, “Mommy!” She ran up to the only occupied bed in the room and jumped up onto it. She leaned over and pushed the mousy brown hair out of the face of her mother and kissed her cheek. “Well Daddy aren’t you going to say hello?” Mia asked as her father stood at the end of the bed.

                “Hello, Hermione” He said just to make his daughter happy because he new that Hermione wouldn’t answer back, but Mia held long conversations with her on their visits as if Hermione were really talking back to her. Draco and Mia would sit down there for hours. Mia would sit and talk to Hermione or she would curl up next to her and fall asleep.

                Mia loved these times with her mother she didn’t talk much to Draco and one day Draco asked why this was and Mia simply replied, “Its Mia and Mommy time.”

                                                                                                                                                   

    Flashback

     

                Hermione had just put her daughter to bed when all of a sudden a loud bang sounded from the front door. “Who could that be?” She wondered aloud as she left the living room. She unlocked the door and opened it. The only thing she saw was the end of three glowing wands held aloft. “What’s going on? Who are you?” She said as she placed her hand across her brow to cover her eyes from the glare.

                “You dirty little Mudblood” The first voice spat.

                “How dare you have a child with a Pureblood” The person on the end sneered, but said ‘Pureblood’ like it was royalty. Then the middle person came into the light of the entrance hall and pushed Hermione against the back wall. “Now let us see how muddy your blood really is.” The man pressed his wand point into the bottom of her jaw. Hermione had forgotten her wand upstairs in her daughter’s room so she was quite defenseless. By then the other two men had followed the first and were now surrounding Hermione and the first man. Hermione struggled to breathe as the man pushed harder.

                “Wait, don’t kill her, just make her feel so much agony that she’ll wish she was dead.” Said the man to her right, the one who had spoken first in door way.

                “That’s sounds excellent!  Just because the Dark Lord is no longer in command doesn’t mean we can’t follow through with his previous orders. ‘Kill all the those dirty little Mudbloods, but kill the ones who think they are as good as any Pureblood first, the ones who think they can have a child with a Pureblood.’” The man said relying Voldemort’s orders to Hermione. “And do you know who he was referring to?” He added with a smile. “You, Hermione Granger.” He actually spat her name at her. Hermione closed her eyes as the spit flew towards her face. “CRUCIO!!” He yelled as Hermione collapsed to the floor screaming in pain. Hermione curled into a ball screaming and then the pain was gone. “Get up.” The man ordered. Hermione reached for something to grab hold of to pull herself up with, but the man grew impatient and grabbed her elbow and yanked her up instead. “Now, tell me what gave you the idea that it was okay to have sex with a Pureblood? What did you think, that because the Dark Lord is gone that you can just go around doing what you please? Did you think there would not be anyone still following orders given to them before He was killed?” Hermione shuttered as the man now pushing his wand into her stomach looked to her expectantly. “Well?” he said jabbing his wand into her harder. Hermione gasped and struggled to speak.

                “It—was—an—acci—dent--” was all she could manage before he yelled again this time louder than before.

                “CRUCIO!!” Hermione fell again to the floor and tears fell from her eyes as the pain intensified.

                “PLEASE—STOP—I’LL—DO—ANY—THING!!” She screamed. The man lifted the curse and Hermione lay panting on the floor.

                “I don’t know boys what do you think?” the man asked the other two.

                “I say you let her do anything” The men agreed emphasizing the ‘anything.’

                “Ok I got it, how ‘bout you just lay here bleeding to death. SECTUMSEMPRA!!” He screamed. Hermione let out a blood curling scream as cuts broke open all over body. As the blood gushed the three men headed to the door.

                “What about the little brat upstairs?” the man who had been standing to Hermione’s left asked.

                “Aw don’t worry about it. By the time someone finds little Miss Granger here she’ll be dead and there won’t know about the baby upstairs.” They took one look at Hermione crumpled on the floor in her own pool of blood and laughed as they stepped out the door and closed it behind them.

     

    End of Flashback                                                                                                                 

     

                “We got to go home now Mommy. I’ll miss you.” Mia’s eyes always filled with tears at this time. “I love you Mommy.” Mia leaned over and kissed her mother before pushing herself off the bed and grabbing Draco’s hand. They left the room with Mia never tearing her eyes away from her mother until the door finally closed behind them. Mia sniffled all the way down to the reception area. Draco stepped up to the receptionist’s desk and signed him and Mia out on the visitors list and turned to go.

                “Uhh, Sir? May I give your daughter a Chocolate Frog.” said the receptionist.

                “Sure, Mia do you want a Chocolate Frog?” Draco asked. Mia nodded and took the candy from the witch.

                “Thank you.” Mia said as she turned to leave.

                “Your welcome.” The witch answered as Mia and Draco left the hospital.

                “Hold tight to my arm Mia.” Draco said once outside the hospital. Mia did as she was told and grabbed hold of Draco’s arm with both of her hands. Draco spun on his heal and they disappeared behind the swish of his Muggle jacket.

        

                 “Where are we going daddy?” Mia asked as they walked along in silence. “Daddy’s got someone for you to meet.” Draco said as they strode into the open field. The dried blades of grass swaying in the breeze. A dark creature stood out in the distance its giant wings curled up next to its sides. The breeze soon turned to a harsh blowing wind. The creature’s black mane wisped on his mighty neck, his head held high to the sky as if to be searching for something. It reared its wings expanding to their full length scraping at the heavens. A cry pierced the sky as it lifted off into the sky tearing off through the air. “Wow!” Mia exclaimed watching the equine in awe. “What is it daddy?” Soon the creature’s hooves touched ground with a powerful ground-shaking thud. Appearing next to it approached an exquisite bay equine. Its black mane draped over its neck like a dark comforter. His tail strung out behind him like ribbons in the breeze. A tall blonde girl climbed down from his back. “Good boy bud.” She said patting his warm neck. “Hello!” She said leaving the two winged horses’ sides. “Hi Callista,” Draco replied.

                 Callista Riann, a young girl, grew up alone with only the company of her best friend, Apollo. Apollo the tall, majestic, bay, winged equine is all Callista knows and she’s all he knows. It’s not just a horse and rider but a bond, a friendship and a love for one another that they share. Callista trusts Apollo with her life and they never part from each other’s side. For since Callista can remember she’s had a special way with equines thus being she never parts from them.   

                “This is my daughter, Mia.” Draco said motioning to his little girl.

                 “It's nice to meet you Mia.” Callista said sweetly. “Want to meet them?” Callista asked following Mia’s gaze to the equines, quietly grazing in the field.  Mia nodded and placed her hand in Callista’s hand and followed her toward the quietly grazing horses.

                “And this is Apocalypse...” Callista said approaching the black equine.

                “Hi Apocalypse…” Mia said stretching her arm out and placing her palm on the horse’s Roman nose. In that moment something new was visible in her deep blue eyes.

     

     

     

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