Odd One Out
A/N:
Now another fic that's been bugging me. So, I'm putting it down before I
forget, coz' I really like the idea. I'm actually a G/D fan, but that'll
probably mean Harry and Draco are friends. And that way their kids should be friends
too. Oops, I think I've given too much away already! And I suppose I'm kind of
overdoing myself (I have 2 fics in line!), and not getting on with the other
one (The New Professor). So while I work on this, my other one might go on hold
for a while. Might! I'm trying to get 3 parts on this first, and I want to get
a good head start. But I have homework, so we'll have to see what I can do.
*coughhatehomeworkcough* But enough of my blabbering, and on with the story!
Oh, and please, please r/r!
Disclaimer: Oh I think I'm going to own a bit more
in this fic! Yay! So, Emarisa is mine, and Adam Potter is mine too. Um, any other people you don't recognise
from the Harry Potter books are mine too, and the rest are all property of the
magnificent, marvellous J. K. Rowling. Oh, and I own Fog too!
Emarisa Malfoy checked that her suitcase had
everything she needed and started running to the stairs to meet her father. She
was going to Hogwarts! She couldn't wait. She had gotten her letter 2 weeks ago
and her father had brought her to Diagon Alley to buy her books and pet.
He didn't want to get her a pet at first, but she
had pleaded with him until he said yes. She looked proudly at her grey and
white owl, who she had called Fog. She knew it wasn't a fancy name, but she
liked it all the same. Her father had frowned when she had told him its name,
but loosened up when she hugged him with all her might.
On her way she stopped at her parent's room. Her
mother had been sick for the last month or so and always seemed to get better,
than worse, then better again. It wasn't clear what was causing this. And her
father didn't seem to make it any better. They were always fighting and yelling
about something: money, jobs, her, even the little things like dinner and
cleaning the house would make them blow up into a fight.
"Hey Mum!" She said cheerfully. Her mother looked
very tired.
"Hello dear. Going already?"
"Yeah, I can't wait! Are you going to be all right?"
"Of course. No need to worry about me, you better go
or you'll miss the train."
Em shot a worried look at her mum. She had a bad
feeling that if she left now, she would never get to see her mother again. But
that was silly, she would be back in the holidays.
Her father shouted for her.
"Go dear." Her mother urged.
Em started to the door unwillingly.
"And dear, don't forget, I love you." Her mother
sounded as if she was really stressed.
"Yeah, I love you too, mum."
"Emarisa!" Uh oh, her father only ever used her full
name when he was mad at her.
"She's coming, Draco!" Her mother was starting to
get mad too. Danger signals started flashing in her mind.
"I'm coming!" She quickly yelled back. "See you
mum."
"Goodbye dear."
"Yeah." Why hadn't her mother said see you later?
Was something up that she wasn't aware of? What did her parents know that they
were keeping from her?
"Emarisa Malfoy!" Great, that meant her father was
really mad. Malfoys almost never showed emotions, and preferred to provoke
other people into showing theirs. Or that was what Grandfather had always told
her. When she was young he would give her lectures about what being a Malfoy
meant, and what they could and could not do. That had made her think that maybe
being a Malfoy wasn't all that fun. Everything seemed to be about reputation,
and that meant no playing with muggles and half bloods. So her childhood had
pretty much been a lonely one, though her father and mother had tried to make
time for her. But they weren't the same as another child, muggle or not.
She gave her mum a quick hug and ran down the stairs
carrying her suitcase. She reached the bottom of the stairs puffing a little.
She really didn't understand why they had to live in such a big mansion when
they hardly needed the space. Of course, it might have been nice to practise
Quidditch in the other empty rooms, but she could hardly play by herself, and
well, about friends, she didn't have any. When she was little, and tried to
talk too other children when they were at Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade they all
seemed so afraid of her. Or their parents would pull them away before they
could say anything. And the times Grandfather had groups of people come to the
mansion before he moved out, their children all seemed so, well nasty.
"Ready Em?" Her father handed her the jar of Floo
Powder. She sighed with relief inside, he had called her by her nickname, which
meant he was no longer upset at her. He yelled up too her mother. "Alinenna,
we'll be going now!" Her mum yelled back something Em couldn't figure out. Em
gave her father back the jar of Floo powder.
"Bye!" she called, and threw the pinch of Floo
powder into the fireplace, yelling "King's Cross station!" She stumbled out of
the grate. The grate was in a tiny alley magicked so muggles couldn't see it,
and it was almost next to King's Cross station.
A moment later her father appeared behind her.
"Let's go." He said, grabbing her hand, and her suitcase. They went in the
station, and walked through the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10. Then, all
of a sudden, she was standing in front of the Hogwarts Express.
She looked around her, turning a full circle, then
came face to face with... Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. The person who had
defeated the Dark Lord time and time again, until his final defeat. Her father
had gone to school with him, but when she asked anything about his time at
Hogwarts he would change the subject. But she got the feeling that Harry Potter
and him weren't exactly the best of friends, most likely the opposite. And she
had suspicions that her whole family didn't like him for killing the Dark Lord.
But she had no idea why. She was never told about things like that. Her
father's voice cut into her thoughts.
"Emarisa Malfoy, move away this second." She moved
away obediently, and saw... two Harry Potters?
"Adam, what were you doing?" Adam? The taller person
frowned at the shorter one. Suddenly she noticed the scar on one of them. She understood now, one was Harry Potter's
son. Adam, from what she heard.
"Well if it isn't Potty Potter." Her father drawled.
"Your son. Of course, you need someone to carry on the long line of mudblood
lovers."
Em gasped slightly. She couldn't believe it was her
father saying that. She started twirling her white-blond hair, something she
did when she was nervous.
Harry Potter started to speak. "Well, Malfoy, still
playing Death Eater?"
His son's mouth opened slightly, shocked to see his
father speak like that. Anyone looking on could see the loath on both men's
faces as they glared at each other.
She gave Adam Potter a glance, and it was like an
un-spoken pact passed between them: Separate their parents, and fast!
Em tugged on her father's arm. "Come on, dad.
Please."
"Yeah, dad. Mum will be waiting, and besides, you're
acting like an idiot." Adam Potter said this so calmly, so coolly that she
almost opened her mouth in surprise. Then she realised how silly she would look
that way, and pinched her lips together. No way did she want Harry Potter's son
to think her some silly child. He seemed to be in his first year too, so she
didn't want him to see her as a pathetic idiot.
She gave another tug at her father's arm, and he let
himself be led away. They stood by the entrance of the train and her father
spoke sternly to her.
"Listen Em. I don't want you to hang around with
Potter's boy, OK. He's bad news. Lis-" He was cut off by the train's loud
whistle.
Em grabbed her suitcase and gave her father a hug.
"Don't worry dad. I can look after myself. And I'll owl you. Bye!" She climbed
into the train and flashed him a smile. She waved out the window as the train
pulled out from the station. She saw him sigh and wave back. She grinned. She
was really going to Hogwarts at last!
A/N: So, what did you think? Just review and let me
know. And this fic has no connection at all to my other one, although they're
both Harry Potter ones. Next part will be coming up soon, hopefully! Remember,
point out mistakes, or constructive criticism, but no flames!
