I disclaim each orginal character in this story that are J.K. Rowling's. I have the utmost respect for her and give credit to her for the characters. I only claim the new Malfoy in the family but thank J.K. for the inspiration! I hope y'all enjoy!
Down a dark, cobblestoned street into a neighborhood full of great mansions and foreboding trees and bushes, there was one mansion, with a stone snake for a doorknocker, that stood out among the rest. It had a certain mystical, powerful yet moody feeling about it. From inside there could be heard a young teenager boy arguing with his parents. This family had the same sort of personality about them as the home they lived in. Nobody ever paid much attention to them but every now and then, important looking people had suddenly appeared outside their door, oddly dressed and in a hurry, they left with a snap. The only thing the neighboring people knew about them was that they were all blonde, cold and that their son went away every school season to some strange place. What they didn't know was that there was another child, who had just returned, that only the family knew about. She had returned for the safety of her family, from a far off place.
"But why does she have to come with me?"
"she is your sister.."
"So? I can't stand it when I go somewhere with her. She's older then me—"
"She is going! There were too many threats of our secret being found out down in France, with her there, we cannot risk it! I need you to help her keep the secret. She'll be out of their sight at Hogwarts."
"But--"
"No more protesting, son. You know the rules."
The young boy glanced over into the corner where his beautiful but arrogant sister stood, her arms crossed and an unpleasent smirk playing on her lips. He glared at her, sensing her triumph in his disappointment.
"If she is sorted into my house, I swear.." He muttered.
"Of course she will be sorted into Slytherin, everyone of our family members has been and will always be." His mother replied.
The boy sneered, but couldn't say anymore. His sister sighed relief from hearing too much of his whining and started toward the manor's kitchen. "Mother, I'm hungry, shall we eat?" She called, looking over her shoulder to her mother, who was poised with a hunched back and her hands over her face. Her father, with his long blonde hair back in a ponytail put his arm around his wife's frail waist and led her toward the kitchen. "We shall." He answered the girl. "After dinnerI want you and your brother to start packing. We leave early for the train tomorrow morning."