How should I start this...? I'll do my best to make sense. Well... here I go.
Draco Malfoy. Everyone knows who that is. The arch nemesis of Harry Potter, the son of Lucius Malfoy, the Death Eater, the one who was about to kill Albus Dumbledore... Yes, people knew him well...
How do you react when you hear the name Lynx Malfoy?
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Silence.
No one knew about me. No cared about me. I, Lynx Malfoy, am Draco's sister... younger sister. Surprised? I thought so. You see, I'm the person-in-the-shadows person. Yes, I did receive my letter to Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry... but I declined. I didn't want to go to Hogwarts... mainly because I hated the word Magic. True, I am using magic in the present, but I don't regret not going there.
Now, you guys might be thinking, what did my parents react to my answer? Well, they hate me more then they hate my brother. Now, I'm not saying that my parents hate Draco, because acually, he's really brave, but for me, they just HATE me.
Going back to Draco... You might be thinking that me and my brother aren't close, but we are. He's like my twin brother, like the friend I never had. But he would deny it. Whenever I would tell my roommate in my witchcraft boarding school about me and my brother, she would say, 'That's so cute!' and would tease Draco when he would visit me, but he would "ignore me." But I didn't care.
He would send me letters every once or two weeks, about his day or about his weeks. I laugh at his first year, when he first met Harry Potter and asked him to join the right "forces" and excluding Rom Weasley or that Mudblood Granger. I would worry about his at his second year when the Chamber of Secrets were open. In his third year, he was messing with Harry Potter with the Dementors and joke about Sirius Black (even though, secretly, he was afraid of them). In his fourth year, I was a little jealous because the Tri-Wizard Tournament was going on. I would smile when he will tell me about his fifth year and that Umbridge character... Then his sixth year came. I felt an immense pain from his letters about the Vanishing Cabinet and Dad in Azkaban...
Right know... I'm packing to get out of Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts (Yes, I go there) and looking though all the letters he would send me. I'm not going home, because He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is using the Mannor... Guess where I'm going?
You probably guessed wrong because I'm going to the home of Arthur and Molly Weasley... Am I worried? Nah... Am I scared to death? YES!