The room settled. The reverberating sound of carnage finally ebbed away into a steady silence. She, on the other hand, had not settled. The metallic stench of blood still invaded her nose, putting her stomach in a perpetual state of unease. Her stomach threatened to empty itself with each breath she took. Would there be an end to the blood shed tonight?

When Charlus and Dorea Potter find a baby on their doorstep, they do the only thing they can; They take her in. A year younger than James, Elizabeth grows up in a better home than she should have. When she gets to Hogwarts, Elizabeth must brave being sorted, making friends, James and his obnoxious friends, school work, racism, and eventually love.

His face contorted, and she knew they were thinking of the same thing. She knew they were both remembering Malfoy Manor. She watched as he tugged down the sleeve of his coat, perhaps an unconscious movement on his part, but she knew he watched her mirror it. And that was when it hit her. Draco Malfoy was broken, just like her.