Chapter 1: The Crossbreed

She didn't know much about her past, only that she was dropped on the doorstep of Mr. Ollivander of 'Ollivander's'. They called her a 'sensitive', a crossbreed between a witch and a muggle. It was rare for a wizard to adopt a muggle child and it was headline news for the Daily Prophet. He received letters ranging from 'he was such a great man' to 'how could you, you blood-traitor!' Ollivander ignored those types, all he would ever say to his adopted daughter was 'when I saw you, I knew you were meant to be my daughter.'

That always made her feel better, especially when she couldn't totally relate to those around her. She was neither a witch nor a muggle, the Ministry had done tests on her when they decided she was a crossbreed, she was in all the magical science indexes… 'a discovery' they called her. Still, there was an upside, even though she couldn't really work many spells, she could see patterns in behavior, she always saw things in patterns, it was a form in prediction. She was an empath and the Ministry was trying to help her to develop her gifts.

She was eight when she started helping her adopted father with the store and would come across a great bully…none other than a boy named Draco Malfoy. He'd always trip her and push her, and one time it got so bad that her father had to threaten the Malfoys to leave her alone, or else they'd be banned from his store. She hated whenever he came to the store, they always spent too much money in her opinion, not that her and her father weren't well-off themselves, but she knew that the Malfoys loved to flaunt their wealth.

The day always came for her to help when the new students of Hogwarts showed…as did the day she had to help Draco pick out his wand. All the while he taunted her as Ollivander picked out another wand for him, "don't you wish you could go to Hogwarts, but you're a freak aren't you?"

That hurt her, but she wouldn't ever say anything, she wouldn't cry and there were so many times he would try. She just glared at him and said, "well at LEAST I don't have to be afraid of my father, he loves me."

"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

"Draco," the familiar and cold voice drawled. "What did I tell you about associating with that…that…"

"You mean my daughter, Mr. Malfoy?" Ollivander said politely. "You will find, Mr. Malfoy that my daughter is a very wise creature, and even though she is unable to go to Hogwarts, the Ministry has designated special studies for her…for her own special gifts. You would be very impressed with her capabilities as am I."

"Hardly," the senior Malfoy cocked an eyebrow. "But the Ministry always is good at helping charity cases."

A few of the customers gasped but one made it quite clear that he didn't approve of Malfoy's little comment, "then your family should check into it." It was Arthur Weasley.

"What did you say, WEASLEY!"

"Money is no substitute for talent, Mr. Malfoy. I've seen what the girl can do, she's talented and even though she can't do much magic, she can certainly do things that will benefit the wizarding world in the future." Mr. Weasley then turned to the little girl, "hello, Hessa."

"Mr. Weasley!" she took off to hug him, yet Draco stepped in her way. "What do you want!" But the boy just stood there, glaring at her. She huffed at him nearly shoving him out of the way, hugging Mr. Weasley.

"Oi, dad…is that the girl you were telling us about?" Fred and George stepped in.

"What ARE you doing here, Weasley. I thought you used handed down your wands?" Mr. Malfoy drawled amusingly.

"We came to see this lovely young lady here, it's time for appointments. She learns herbs, magical history, about her gifts, her regimen is more strenuous than Hogwarts…and is a very good student," Mr. Weasley glared at Lucius as if he was about to challenge him.

"My dear man, are you teaching her to be a COMPANION for a wizard…maybe a concubine?"

People gasped at the suggestion, but it was historical fact that some muggles were taught to be companions for wizards if not concubines, especially when wizards were once viewed as Gods for their magical abilities.

"MR. MALFOY!" Mr. Ollivander had finally lost his temper. "Could you be any more crude in front of a young lady!"

"You should punch him right in the nose for that stupid comment dad!" Fred shouted.

But Mr. Weasley looked down when he felt a tug on his sleeve, Hessa looked up at him, "what's…what's a concubine?"

"Nothing dear, nothing," Arthur shot Lucius a look when he chuckled, and the fact that his son smiled as if he knew what it was, further disgusted him.

"Please leave the store, Mr. Malfoy," Ollivander glared at them.

"As you wish," Lucius looked down at the little girl, reached out and forcefully patted her head, causing the Weasleys to ball up their fists. Hessa pushed his hand away from her, but he only dismissed it as if she were a fly and walked off with Draco looking at her.

"Did you mean it father?" Draco asked almost pleadingly, which caused Lucius to look down at him curiously.

"Did I mean what?"

"That she could be a concubine?"

"Draco, you've no need to think of such things now. But I suppose you wouldn't be my son if you didn't."

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Fred and George smiled when they made Hessa laugh, "sorry about ol' blonde, he's a real pain."

She looked down, "I don't like them, Draco is always mean to me."

"Don't worry, we'll play some good jokes on him to get him back!"

Mr. Weasley sighed, "Fred and George, please be good."

They had dropped Hessa off for her 'schooling'. He was glad to get her safely there, Mr. Weasley was concerned, he didn't like how the Malfoys acted around her and in some cases they received threats from other wizards for teaching a muggle 'their ways'. The little girl was helpless, and even when she grew into herself, she could be a target. Yet, the girl was quite special, it would just take time.

"Can you imagine, sayin' something like that in front of a girl?" George spouted off, it jerked Mr. Weasley out of his thoughts. "It's just tacky!"

"Good thing she didn't know what it meant, I hate to see a woman cry," Fred sighed.

"Still, she'll definitely be a looker when she comes of age."

"No doubt!"

"Yes well, we've got to meet Ron and your mother and sister at the book store, c'mon then."